"Sophia..." Dexter seed to be restraining himself as he lowered his head to kiss my neck.
I wanted to avoid it, but there was nowhere to hide.
"We are husband and wife..." It was like he was telling , reaffirming our relationship, yet also reminding himself.
I felt he was a bit of a lunatic. It’s hard to change his thoughts. I could only slowly influence him.
"Let’s sleep, you’re delirious from the fever..." I tried to coax him to sleep, but he remained indifferent. He held onto my hands and gazed into my eyes.
"Sophia..." he called my na.
"I like you," he confessed.
My heart skipped a beat. Since being reincarnated, my thoughts had always been on the murderer.
I just wanted to find out the murderer and seek revenge on Damien and Juliet.
Toward Dexter, I felt more pity, wariness, and suspicion. I won’t fall in love again.
Besides, Dexter was confessing to Sofia, not , Sophia.
Actually, I envy Sofia. She could make soone so infatuated despite their foolishness.
"Okay, I understand," I murmured softly. "Go to sleep, you’re hurting ."
Dexter continued to look at and shook his head. "You don’t know..."
"I really do," I said, trying to reassure him.
"When did you start liking ?" I suddenly felt curious.
When did Dexter fall for Sofia?
If Dexter ever found out that Sofia was dead and I had taken her place, would he go crazy? Would he want to kill ?
"At eight years old..." Dexter answered seriously.
Eight years old? This genius’ early romance is quite unique.
"I’ve liked Sophia for many years." He buried his head in my neck, his voice muffled, shy, as if confessing...
This sensation of his, similar to a warm and obedient creature voluntarily seeking solace, is perilous, yet it strangely brings a sense of comfort.
"Alright, let’s sleep," I said with mixed emotions. But he wouldn’t sleep, just kept shifting around.
"I’m pregnant..." I warned him not to overstep.
"Sophia... I’m feeling unwell," he looked up at with a pitiful expression, his big eyes pleading for comfort.
Could he truly be switching between dual personalities? That gaze... it’s heartbreaking, even though he was fierce in the fight and in the alley.
"You can’t, even if you’re uncomfortable. It’s early pregnancy," I warned him, gesturing for him not to ss around.
His eyes welled up, looking at with a wounded expression, refusing to get up from .
I could guess what he wanted to do.
"Dexter!" I gritted my teeth, blushing from his nuzzling. But he didn’t listen, tightening his grip on my fingers.
I felt tense all over, and my face flushed.
I looked away, unable to et his gaze because he was too captivating.
My breath was warm, and my ears were burning.
In my past life, when Damien bullied and tornted , it was rely to vent his anger—no joy or anticipation in matters between n and won.
Having a child with Dexter was purely for the sake of a purpose.
I blushed and couldn’t look at Dexter. I could only feel the warmth of his fingertips.
It seed like he cared about the child I was carrying, not making any unreasonable demands besides asking for help.
"You... stop it!" I was becoming annoyed.
"Sophia... hot," he hugged from behind, murmuring that he felt hot.
"You have a fever, go to sleep," I comforted him. Who behaved like this? Like a wild animal in heat during mating season.
But at least he could restrain himself and be patient.
Dexter held and drifted off to sleep heavily. But I had insomnia.
My thoughts were a ss, total chaos.
Suddenly reincarnated into a stranger’s body, everything around felt unfamiliar.
There was a familiar scent on Dexter, yet I couldn’t place it. I don’t know how long I had been struggling with insomnia before I finally drifted off into a deep sleep.
When I woke up, it was already the afternoon of the next day.
"Mrs. Black..." the nanny entered and set down lunch for .
"Where’s Dexter?" I asked.
The nanny glanced outside. "He’s been out since early morning."
Rubbing my forehead, I walked over to the French windows.
Dexter wasn’t running around. Instead, he was barefoot, sitting on the lawn, basking in the sun.
I had to admit, he was too perfect, like a piece of art in nature, perfectly harmonized.
He wiggled his feet lazily, then lifted his head to et my gaze.
Subconsciously, my chest tightened, and I took a step back, unsure why I felt the need to retreat.
When I returned to the window, Dexter was no longer in the yard. I was stunned for a mont, then lazily stretched.
Before I could react, soone hugged from behind.
"You’re awake..." Dexter whispered softly.
I’d gotten used to his sudden appearances. "I told you not to run around with your injured foot. It’s best to use the wheelchair."
Dexter bowed his head like a scolded child.
"Mrs. Black, the Miller family called. Mr. Miller wants you ho," the nanny inford .
I was stunned, father?
Sofia’s father, John Miller?
After my parents died in a car accident, the concept of parents had beco blank to .
Now, being reincarnated as Sofia, I was still getting used to it. I forgot that the original owner had parents.
"I see." It was sothing I couldn’t avoid. I couldn’t keep hiding.
John used Sofia to marry into the Black family.
Now that the Black family was in chaos, John couldn’t possibly resist the temptation of their assets.
Besides, I was already pregnant with the Black family’s child.
Without seeing John, I could guess the reason he wanted to see .
"Sophia, can I accompany you?" Dexter asked softly.
I shook my head. "I’ll go by myself."
I had to probe into the Miller family’s situation.
Since I’d been reincarnated as Sofia, I had to accept this identity and live with it, then use it to survive.
Now, because of the Black family, I’d been pushed into the spotlight. Many people in the Black family didn’t want Dexter, , and our unborn child to survive.
I not only needed to find the murderer and uncover the truth but also found a way for and my unborn child to survive.
Dexter didn’t stop , just held my hand. I placated him with a lollipop. He took it with a smile.
I noticed that since Ignatius had a stroke and Jas had an accident, Dexter smiled more often. It’s actually quite nice. If only he wasn’t a murderer, it would be even better...
Leaving the Black family, the driver took back to the Miller family.
I didn’t know what I would encounter when I arrived there.
My mories of Sofia were limited, but I knew her parents didn’t love her and treated her like a pawn or a tool.
"Ms. Miller, you’re back. Mrs. Miller has been asking for you these past few days," the maid greeted as I entered the courtyard.
The maid was vastly different from the one in Sofia’s mories.
"Oh, Sofia, I thought after marrying into a wealthy family, you wouldn’t acknowledge our humble ho anymore," a girl in designer clothing and luxury said proudly from the yard.
I glanced at her. She was Sofia’s adoptive sister, Ann Miller. Despite no blood relation, she was pampered by the Miller family.
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