Reborn in the Enemy's Embrace Chapter 108

"Jerk," I muttered.

Damien had really crossed the line.

After all the things he did to before, now he was targeting Dexter too.

I fud with anger. I wanted to go to the orphanage to unmask Damien’s hypocrisy.

However, Dexter grabbed and looked at with pleading eyes. "Sophia, the fried mushrooms are getting soggy."

After waiting in line for so long to get them, Dexter would go crazy if I didn’t eat them

soon.

I could understand why people often used their wiles to get their way. It was indeed an effective strategy.

As Dexter stood under the streetlight, he looked at with pitiful and pleading eyes.

Could anyone resist? Absolutely not.

So, I took the fried mushrooms and had a couple of bites.

They were crispy and freshly fried.

It was evident that Dexter couldn’t have been to the orphanage, and these mushrooms were his alibi.

"Sophia, does it taste good?" Dexter suddenly leaned in close.

Bathed in the warm glow of the streetlight, my heart skipped a beat. "You... haven’t eaten?"

Then, Dexter suddenly kissed and said sincerely, "Tasty."

My heart was racing.

Whenever Dexter flirted, he didn’t seem crazy at all. In fact, I often wondered if he was just pretending to be foolish. But I had no proof.

I coughed awkwardly before looking down to continue eating the fried mushrooms.

Then, Dexter reached out his hand to and led ho. "Sophia, I think I’m sick, still running a fever. Can you stay with ?"

He just wouldn’t let leave.

anwhile, the big dog was wagging its tail behind us, hoping for a taste of the fried mushrooms in my hand.

I gave it a piece and whispered, "Dexter, is this your dog?"

"Yeah... It was just a little pup abandoned by the roadside when I found it. I rescued it and nad it Buddy. It’s been by my side ever since," Dexter introduced Buddy to as he patted Buddy’s head.

"Sotis... dogs are more loyal than people," he added.

I gave Buddy another piece of fried mushroom, "Buddy’s really gentle."

Dexter looked at in surprise before smiling. "Dogs have a way of understanding humans. They see through the things we can’t see and choose their master,"

I didn’t think too much about Dexter’s words.

Whenever Buddy was around , it was gentle and obedient and would keep wagging its tail. But I always thought that perhaps it was just a docile, non–aggressive dog,

"Sophia... My hand really hurts, and I can’t get it wet." Dexter suddenly brought up his dilemma when we were about to sleep.

He stretched out both of his bandaged hands and looked at with a pair of pitiful eyes,

It was obvious that Dexter couldn’t take a bath himself and wanted to do it for him.

But was he genuinely clueless, or was he simply playing a deeper ga?

My ears turned red, and I murmured, "No need to wash up, let’s just sleep..."

"Nope. Got to keep clean," Dexter seriously countered.

I smirked.

Was he seriously talking about hygiene after having been a wandering hobo for a while now?

But regardless, I wouldn’t call him out on this. After all, people have their dignity.

"Sophia, it’s legal," Dexter suddenly reminded .

I looked up at him.

Then, I saw that he had already stripped off his shirt to reveal his... well–defined physique.

I couldn’t be blad for thinking like this. He simply wanted to seduce with his seductive physique.

Dexter preferred loose–fitting clothes, and it made him appear tall and slender. But once he took them off, his attractive physique was on full display,

"Sophia, look at . All legal," he said, now particularly mindful of the law.

I just hoped that he would strictly adhere to the laws and regulations regarding murder.

I hoped that he had nothing to do with the serial murder case.

"Sophia, my body’s dirty. Can you help wash up?" Dexter asked, reaching for his

pants.

I quickly grabbed him. "Don’t take off your pants."

"How can I wash without taking them off?" Dexter seriously looked at .

I took a deep breath.

"Then wash with your pants on," I said.

"No." He lowered his head, looking unwilling.

I chuckled at his antics. "Alright, wait here. I’ll go fill the bathtub."

Dexter nodded obediently, but his expression darkened as soon as I looked away.

When I ca out to call Dexter in for a bath, I thought I caught him ssing with my phone.

"Sophia, my hands hurt."

Just as I was about to grab my phone, he ntioned that his hand was hurting,

Indeed, the white bandage was now soaked in blood.

I rushed to find the first aid kit and changed his bandage. Then, I convinced him to take a bath and blow–dried his hair after.

Dexter was obedient and quietly let help him.

Then, he grinned and wrapped in his embrace. "Sophia, ti for bed," he said.

However, I couldn’t shake the feeling that he had so kind of sche going on.

But I was also completely worn out. And as I lay in Dexter’s arms, drowsiness washed over .

Dexter’s room always carried a faint scent of sandalwood, and it was a scent that was very comforting and conducive for sleeping peacefully,

Soon, I fell asleep.

Since Juliet and Damien were up to sothing sketchy anyway, I figured that I didn’t need to go.

Besides, I’d also already called the cops, and Zion going would be more helpful than if I were to go.

And if Damien and Juliet had just planned an elaborate ploy, Zion would be giving them a piece of his mind.

But if they hadn’t planned anything, well, I hoped Zion could catch the murderer:

That night, I had a dream.

Damien was standing before covered in blood.

He smiled wickedly as he said, "Sophia, I’m here for you."

I stepped back in disgust, but he kept moving closer.

He said, "Sophia... I’m sorry. How about we all be together–you, , and the child?"

I yelled at him, "No, stay away! You’re ssing with my reincarnation."

Damien then looked at with reddened eyes. "Sophia, I’m sorry. I don’t know how to love other people, I just want you to love ."

I yelled at him, "Get lost!"

Perhaps due to my intense struggle, it seed like I kicked sothing.

Then, I jolted awake and breathed heavily as sweat beaded on my forehead.

Sunlight stread in through the window, and as I slowly turned around, I saw Dexter sitting on the floor.

His furry head was peeking out, and his eyes looked innocent as he stared at .

"What..." What did I do to him?

"Sophia... You kicked ," Dexter said plaintively. Then, he climbed back onto the bed and grabbed my hand. "Rub it. It hurts."

Dexter was wearing only boxers. Yet, he placed my hand on his groin.

My face flushed.

Who was he trying to seduce so early in the morning?

"It’s swollen," he said and looked at pitifully, implying I was the cause of it.

Sotis, I really felt like calling the cops.

Was he just acting dumb to be sneaky, or was he actually this foolish?

"You..." I warned and pointed at him, refusing to be fooled by his

Suddenly, Dexter bit my finger.

I was speechless, but I ignored him.

Then, I reached out for my phone, wanting to check it.

gas.

"Sophia, I’m hungry," Dexter said before pinning down and planting a kiss on .

I thought he might be intentionally delaying from checking my phone, but I couldn’t

prove it.

He always got upset at the slightest thing. What could I do?

"Sophia..." Dexter also always liked to call my na when he was emotional.

The sun shone through the curtains and ward the room.

It made everything feel like a dream, yet the burning sensation in my cheeks and the tingling nerves were all too real.

Perhaps... I was truly losing my mind.

Just then, my phone kept buzzing.

I reached out to grab it, puzzled.

Dexter wanted to hug , but I pushed him away in annoyance.

When did I put my phone on silent mode?

It was an unknown number calling.

"Sophia, where are you? It’s Violette. Why aren’t you picking up my and Zion’s calls? Sothing bad happened to Damien!"