I stared at Dexter in shock. It took a long ti to process this information.
I snatched the paper out of his hands and gasped...
I thought he had scribbled nonsense on it, but unexpectedly, it was the real answer.
"You’ve studied this before?" I asked in surprise. Shock aside, I was also in disbelief.
Wasn’t he insane?
Dexter nodded. "This is simple."
Those words provoked . This was impossible! Ever since I was young, I was always top of the class. When I went to college, my professors took great pride in . Even though I wasn’t a genius by any ans, I was still an excellent student. How could Dexter be smarter than ?
"Have you seen the solution before?" Refusing to concede defeat, I continued writing more questions for him.
However, he quickly answered correctly.
Sotis, he even wrote his answers while distracted because he would want to look at from ti to ti.
Despite all of this, he could still co up with an answer so quickly. This made him more than the average genius...
It was as though the crazy person was on his left shoulder and the genius was on his right. He could only go between the two options.
"You... You went to college?" I asked hesitantly.
"I went to Stamford..." he began.
I gasped. He really had gone to college.
"When I was 14 years old. I was in the advanced classes and was scouted by the college," he finished.
I was speechless.
Advanced classes? Why did that sound so familiar? Suddenly, my head hurt as so mories flooded my mind.
Two children stood at the door of the welfare ho, holding giant bouquets. There was a banner in front of the welfare center that congratulated two of its children for getting into the advanced classes.
I pressed my hand to my forehead, struggling to rember more. But my mory seed to have been corrupted.
To have been scouted to attend Stamford at 14 years old, Dexter was indeed a genius.
"Then why did you sleep at the orphanage and act crazy?" I tried to make myself appear calm. I was getting more and more curious about Dexter’s secrets.
This person was clearly not crazy!
Had he been purposely putting on an act so that he could cover up his cris?
"Sophia asked to wait for her..." Dexter lowered his gaze, and his voice sounded sad.
I frowned. What?
Sophia? Was he referring to Sophia Milford or Sofia Miller?
"Why are you being so nice? Is the Sophia you’re referring to ?" I didn’t fully trust the man in front of , even if he was acting pure now.
I pointed at myself to see his reaction.
He looked into my eyes for a while then nodded.
The person he promised was Sophia?
I couldn’t see through this man. Just because of a promise he made to a woman, he pretended to be ntally ill at the orphanage for so many years?
This person seed a little too stubborn. He was just like... a monster in a fictional book, but an angelic one.
"Was it worth it, wasting your talent to wait for soone?" I asked curiously.
"Yes!" Dexter seed irritated by that and continued in a serious tone, "Sophia asked to."
I rubbed my forehead. Whatever. Trying to bait a ntally ill criminal into saying sothing useful was not easy.
"I’m tired. I’m going to sleep for a bit..." I had to restore my energy so that I could think of a way to get out.
Dexter said nothing. When he saw go to the bathroom, he followed too. He just kept standing behind . When I brushed my teeth, he brushed his teeth. When I washed my face, he just watched .
When I walked out of the bathroom, he also trotted after and then lay down beside .
Thinking about how this person could either be a murderer or an accomplice, my body couldn’t help but go as stiff as a board. But since I had to live with this psycho for now, I just had to tolerate it.
However, there was one thing I underestimated, which was his eyes... His long eyelashes were enchanting.
I admitted that people were unable to defend themselves against beauty.
When I ca back to my senses, I ultimately put my rationale first. "You sleep on the floor."
Dexter didn’t protest. He just obediently got up and lay down on the floor.
I lay there for a while, wondering why he was suddenly listening to everything I said. The one who nearly strangled to death this morning was him.
Clearly, I was getting tired. "You can co up here and sleep... you need to promise that you can’t touch ."
Dexter imdiately climbed onto the bed, laying on the edge. He seed very energetic and kept staring at .
"Aren’t you going to sleep?" I was frightened by his stare. The trauma of my previous life before my death shrouded .
Although I had accepted the fact that I had been reborn, it was difficult for to sleep with the murderer.
"Sophia, they won’t let you out unless you’re pregnant."
He said seriously, "They co and watch us every 24 hours. And the als we eat... all have aphrodisiacs."
Upon hearing that, I sat up abruptly and tried to spit out what I had eaten. "You should’ve told that earlier!"
"It’s useless. The fragrance in the air will make us horny too..."
Dexter smiled sarcastically. I wondered if it was my illusion. At that mont, I felt a sense of strong coldness from him.
"Have you never thought about resisting? Even when they’re doing this to you?" I asked tentatively. Was it because he was hurt and tortured by the Black family that his mind distorted? Was that the reason which caused him to commit those murders?
He looked into the distance and said in a low voice, "I never thought that... I’d lose sothing I wanted to protect. But now, I want to resist."
I couldn’t understand it, but I seed to recall so mories from the deepest parts of my mind.
"Sophia, what do you want to do?" He looked back at and asked seriously.
"I want to leave. I want to..."
I wanted to find the murderer. I wanted Juliet to get retribution. I even wanted to see Damien repent.
"I can do whatever you want, Sophia, as long as you don’t lie to ..."
I felt a little guilty for no reason. "Okay."
He smiled innocently.
"How did you hurt your throat? Where did you get the scars on your body?" I pretended to be relaxed as I tried to understand him better.
"Fire... Fire in the orphanage..." He suddenly turned his back on , only ntioning the fire in the orphanage.
I looked at his back quietly. It turned out that when he beca silent, his body could also express his emotions.
Looking at his back, I felt his loneliness and helplessness. I subconsciously wanted to reach out to comfort him, but I was soon shocked by my own thoughts.
Was I crazy? I shouldn’t be deceived by this monster even though he was good-looking.
Unconsciously, I fell into a deep sleep. As Dexter said, the fragrance in the room slled of lust and made hot.
I almost woke up from the heat and kicked the blanket irritably, forgetting that I was sleeping with a dangerous person.
He covered the blanket back on , but I kicked it away several tis.
From beginning to end, his breathing was hot, as if he was holding back.
"It’s so hot..." I grabbed Dexter’s arm, delirious. He imdiately took a glass of cold water and splashed it on my face.
I woke up in shock, sat up, and looked at him warily. "What are you doing?"
He looked at seriously. "If you don’t consent to it, I won’t touch you."
"Is pregnancy necessary?" I asked irritably and then angrily picked up the glass to throw it at the door. "You perverts! You’re all crazy!"
"For them, having an heir exceeds moral values." Dexter’s voice was still hoarse. The fire had destroyed his vocal cords.
With such an angelic face, he should have had a beautiful voice in the past.
"I’m going to sleep. I’ll be fine after I fall asleep." I turned over irritably, facing away from him.
He whispered hoarsely, "You’ve really... forgotten ."
I didn’t know what he was talking about and couldn’t respond. My body was so hot and uncomfortable that I could only force myself to sleep.
In my daze, I had a dream. In it, a delightful voice called out my na, "Sophia, co here..."
"Dexter, let’s et at the orphanage on Saturday. You can wait for there. I want to ask you about the college entrance examination questions."
"Dexter, wait for at the orphanage..."
"Dexter, wait for ..."
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