Reborn in the Enemy's Embrace - Chapter 108

Chapter 108: CHAPTER 108 Chapter 108: CHAPTER 108 “Jerk,” I muttered.

Damien had really crossed the line.

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

I fumed with anger.

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

However, Dexter grabbed me and looked at me 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 me 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 me 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 me and led me home.

“Sophia, I think I’m sick, still running a fever.

Can you stay with me?” He just wouldn’t let me leave.

Meanwhile, 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 named it Buddy.

It’s been by my side ever since,” Dexter introduced Buddy to me as he patted Buddy’s head.

“Sometimes… dogs are more loyal than people,” he added.

I gave Buddy another piece of fried mushroom, “Buddy’s really gentle.” Dexter looked at me 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 me, 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 me with a pair of pitiful eyes, It was obvious that Dexter couldn’t take a bath himself and wanted me to do it for him.

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

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 me.

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 blamed for thinking like this.

He simply wanted to seduce me 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 me.

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 me 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 me.

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 came out to call Dexter in for a bath, I thought I caught him messing with my phone.

“Sophia, my hands hurt.” Just as I was about to grab my phone, he mentioned 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 me help him.

Then, he grinned and wrapped me in his embrace.

“Sophia, time for bed,” he said.

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

But I was also completely worn out.

And as I lay in Dexter’s arms, drowsiness washed over me.

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 something 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 me 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, me, and the child?” I yelled at him, “No, stay away!

You’re messing with my reincarnation.” Damien then looked at me with reddened eyes.

“Sophia, I’m sorry.

I don’t know how to love other people, I just want you to love me.” I yelled at him, “Get lost!” Perhaps due to my intense struggle, it seemed like I kicked something.

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

Sunlight streamed 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 me.

“What…” What did I do to him?

“Sophia… You kicked me,” 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 me pitifully, implying I was the cause of it.

Sometimes, 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.

games.

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

I thought he might be intentionally delaying me 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 name when he was emotional.

The sun shone through the curtains and warmed 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 me, 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?

Something bad happened to Damien!”