Dax glared at Dexter with his fingers tightly clenched. "Just you wait and see."
I stared at Dax in surprise.
Did I just detect fear in the eyes of soone so fierce? Was he afraid of Dexter?
I turned back to look at Dexter, surprised.
He was still giving Dax a hostile glare, and it wasn’t until everyone had left that he slowly regained his composure.
"The sudden events in the Black family... It all happened too quickly," I whispered. " Dexter, are you sure you had nothing to do with this?"
Dexter didn’t respond and simply continued to hold tight.
"Sophia... I’m starving," he said hoarsely.
I couldn’t discern if he was just pretending or genuinely unaware of what I’d said.
But regardless, he had stayed up all night without eating or sleeping, so he must have been hungry. So, I took him out for a al and tucked him into bed afterward.
As I sat by the bedside, I gazed at Dexter’s face for quite so ti.
What sort of person lay beneath this mask of his?
Then, I snuggled up beside him and drifted off into a heavy sleep.
Being pregnant made feel sleepy, and after staying up all night in the interrogation room, I felt extrely tense.
However, nightmares still haunted my
slumber.
Yet, in the haze, a comforting hand pulled close and held tight.
As my body gradually ward, I found solace in a peaceful sleep.
"Mr. Black, moving against Mr. Black Senior now might be too rash. It could alert the enemy too soon. You shouldn’t act now just because of her."
I heard Ewan’s voice as I drifted in and out of sleep.
"I won’t let anyone lay a finger on her," Dexter said sternly.
"It’s just a routine investigation, nothing too serious." Ewan sighed. "But you’ve revealed yourself too early. It might provoke Mr. Black Senior to retaliate."
"Besides, you’ve been patient for so many years. You shouldn’t take such risks now for her."
"What do you think I’ve been holding back all these years for? For all the dirt of the Black family?" Dexter sneered. "Mr. Bart, you know better than anyone what I’m after."
"Is it worth it?" Ewan asked.
"Even the gods seem to be on my side."
"Are you absolutely sure she’s the one?" Ewan sounded anxious.
"She is," Dexter said firmly.
In my daze, I tried to open my eyes to catch what they were saying, but I was too sleepy, and my eyelids felt heavy.
The room was spacious, and Dexter and Ewan were talking outside the room.
I stretched on the bed, feeling the urge to get out and see what was going on.
Just then, the door swung open, and Dexter entered while holding a cupcake.
His eyes t mine, clear and bright. "Sophia... You’re awake."
He stood where the sunlight spilled in, and the golden hue created a feeling of warmth
and serenity.
Dexter always had a pure and angelic quality about him.
I started to wonder if everything I had heard was just in my head, if it was all just a trick of my mind.
"Dexter..." I took a mont to calm myself as I sat on the edge of the bed.
Then, Dexter fetched so warm water.
His loyal deanor made it difficult for to stay upset.
"How long have I been asleep?" I whispered.
"For a whole day and night," Dexter murmured beside .
I was stunned,
I had slept for so long?
"Sophia, are you hungry?" Dexter earnestly asked.
I could see that his hands were stained with fruit coloring.
I closely inspected the unattractive cupcake.
Did Dexter make it himself?
He seed to know that Sophia enjoyed cupcakes with dragon fruit.
"I don’t really like dragon fruit," I deliberately stated.
Dexter was stunned for a mont.
Then, he spoke softly, "Have your tastes changed?"
Do preferences change too?
I remained silent, feeling inexplicably annoyed. "Just eat it yourself."
Then, I got up and headed to the bathroom.
I stared at my reflection in the mirror, feeling irritated for quite so ti.
Why did I have to be reincarnated? Why was I trapped in soone else’s body?
Initially, I believed that being reincarnated into Sofia’s body was a second chance from above. But at so point, it turned into tornt.
My soul was forcibly trapped in a body that wasn’t mine, one that felt unfamiliar and perilous.
I spent quite a while in the bathroom.
When I ca out, Dexter was no longer in the room, but he had left the cupcake there for .
So, I walked over and took a bite.
It was sweet, yet not overly so. The flavor was quite familiar too.
For a mont, I spaced out.
"Dexter, are you hurt? Who ssed with you?"
"They ruined the cupcake I made for you."
So strange mories flashed through my mind.
In those mories, a little girl squatted next to a little boy. She asked the little boy why he was hurt, and the little boy simply held a broken cupcake as tears welled up in his eyes.
The little girl, dressed in a red dress, reached for the broken cupcake and took a bite. "It’s so sweet."
My head throbbed as if it might burst.
I raised my hand and pounded my head, but the strange mories still stubbornly lingered.
Who were they?
"Mrs. Black, are you hungry?" The nanny knocked on the door and spoke softly.
My attention was drawn back, and I stepped outside. "Where’s Dexter?"
The nanny glanced around and whispered, "Mr. Black... has gone sowhere."
Frowning, I wondered where he had disappeared to.
"Mrs. Black, I’m new here, but you could check with Ms. Ewing. She’s been with the Black family for ages."
I nodded, not wanting to trouble the nanny
further.
Then, I headed downstairs.
Ever since Jas had his accident and Mr. Black Senior suffered a stroke, there was quite a shake–up in the Black family.
Most of the old staff were gone, except for Angel, who still ran the kitchen. However, the rest were dismissed.
"Ms. Ewing, where’s Dexter?" I inquired.
I was a little irritated earlier, and I might have upset him.
"Mrs. Black, it’s typical for Mr. Black to leave around this ti every year for a brief period of ti. But he did ask to remind you to get enough rest and to eat your als on ti."
So, Dexter had left and wasn’t at the Black residence now.
I was a bit worried since his emotions were unstable,
"Did he say where he’s gone off to?" I inquired.
Angel shook her head. "We don’t dare pry into where Mr. Black goes."
I absentmindedly took a few bites of food before heading out.
As I made my way to my destination, my mind was filled with that sudden fragnt of a mory– the little girl in a red dress, and the little boy holding a broken cupcake.
"Sophia..."
The little boy’s face was blurry, but I faintly rembered a cut at the corner of his mouth as I struggled to recall the rest of his features.
Then, I sat up fast, catching my breath.
Dexter. Why was Dexter’s face popping into my head?
That mixed–race teenager. That pair of clear eyes.
"Mrs. Black, we’re here," the driver said, interrupting my thoughts as he parked the
car.
I snapped out of my daze and stepped out of the car.
I looked around and saw that the alley was a ss. Trash was everywhere, and a nasty sll filled the air.
This was the last slum in Huma, untouched and awaiting demolition.
This was the spot where many holess folks hung out, attracting all sorts of shady
characters.
I’d co to see Carol, Sion’s sister.
As I ascended the dirty stairs, I soon reached the third floor.
Trash was everywhere in the hallway.
"Damn, you’re only worth 200 for ."
In the rundown hallway, shouts and cries continuously echoed.
Anyone could tell what was going on here.
Then, the door of Room 306 was kicked open, and a man ca out.
He was pulling up his pants and cursing nastily.
The man sized up. "Hmm, never knew there was such a hot chick here."
I shot him a warning gaze. "If you don’t want to call the cops, then get lost."
The man then muttered a curse. But fortunately, he didn’t stick around and left in a huff.
Room 306 was dimly lit, and only a fair–skinned woman was sitting on the bed.
She appeared sowhat off, and her face was marked with bruises.
I carefully looked around the room until my eyes landed on a photo hanging prominently on the wall.
It sent shivers down my spine.
In the photo, there were three teenagers.
I stood in the center, dressed in a red dress, and looked around 17 or 18 years old.
To my right stood Dexter, tall and aloof, purposely avoiding the cara.
On my left was Sion, looking rather unhappy as well.
I had never laid eyes on this photo before, not even during my search for information about the orphanage.
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