Reborn in the Enemy's Embrace - Chapter 149

Chapter 149: CHAPTER 149 Chapter 149: CHAPTER 149 I was woken up by Stevie’s barking early the next morning.

I haven’t been sleeping well for the past nights.

I stretched myself.

I was tempted to kick Dexter, who was latched onto me like an octopus, down from the bed.

I could only stop myself from doing that as he was injured.

I got mad upon recalling what happened last night.

My cheeks were burning hot as well.

Dexter never bothered hiding his flirtatiousness and horniness.

Just like now, not only he refused to get up, he continued to act shamelessly on top of me.

“I’m sleepy, Sophia-” Dexter mumbled as he tightened his arms that were wrapped from behind me.

He was restless from head to toe.

“Today’s your Grandpa’s funeral, Dexter,” I said as I reached over to knock on his head.

Dexter hummed and replied reluctantly, “He’s not my Grandpa-” I knew that he had a grudge on Ignatius, but he had to show up out of respect.

I wanted to get up, but I was suddenly pulled over and trapped on the bed by Dexter.

He suddenly flipped over and pressed down against me.

His fiery gaze made my heart beat faster and I asked, “What are you doing?” Dexter looked at me before leaning down to kiss my forehead.

I said, “Be good.” Dexter groaned softly and went to get a shower unhappily.

He even eyed my belly, probably blaming the baby.

He could’ve devoured me now if I weren’t pregnant.

I let out a relieved sigh before getting up.

I then tiptoed into the bathroom to wash up.

Dexter was taking a cold shower, and the as no fog in the bathroom.

Only a hint of breeze could be felt.

He had his back to me, and the burns on his back resembled the spread branches of a Devil’s tree.

It looked frightening to the eye.

I subconsciously reached out to touch the wounds on Dexter’s back.

He stiffened slightly and his legs moved away a little, perhaps wanting to hide away.

“Are you afraid?” he asked hoarsely.

“It’s not my first time seeing it,” said with a shake of head.

“Did it hurt?” He knew that I wasn’t asking about now, but the past.

Did it hurt back then?

Dexter shook his head without turning back.

How could it be possible that it did not hurt?

I asked, “How did you get this injury here?” Dexter turned off the shower, afraid that the cold water might splash onto me.

My fingers slid down from his sturdy walst€“there was a 1.5 Inches long scar on the right side of hist abdomen, I could tell that it was a stab wound.

Dexter remained silent and grabbed my fingers.

He then took in a deep breath and asked, “Are you punishing me now, Sophia?” I was stunned and replied, “I’m not.” He said, “Why are you riling me up then-” I was apparently stirring up Dexter’s desires and yet I refused to take responsibility for it.

He was just suppressing his desires with the cold shower earlier.

“Are you in a rut?” I asked while gritting my teeth.

He nodded seriously and said, “I’m only like this when I see you.” I was speechless.

He was so good at flirting.

As expected of a genius, he didn’t even need someone to teach him.

I avoided his fiery gaze and washed up before leaving in a hurry.

Dexter took his time in the bathroom and only came out after half an hour.

One of Martin’s men was fuming as he waited.

“What’s taking the both of you so long?” A scruffy€“looking man was grumbling downstairs.

I frowned and said, ‘Did we ask for you to wait?

You can fuck off if you like.” The man snorted and said, “Why are you acting high and mighty now?” My expression darkened, but I didn’t bother myself with him.

It was better for me not to piss off Martin’s men.

“You were quite the player back during our school days, Sofia.

Do you really think you would turn into a swan by marrying into the Black family?” that man continued, as if trying to provoke me.

He said, “Oh, can’t you remember now?

I’m Jake Zeller.

We were in the same school before you went to the city.” “You used to be so famous in our school.

Your grandmother said that anyone could do anything to you as long as they pay up.” I eyed the man.

He must have been Sofia’s high school classmate, but I couldn’t recall much about him.

I only thought that Sofia was quite a pitiful person in the past.

That man called Jake shut up when Dexter walked out.

He only touched my face flirtatiously in front of Dexter.

My gaze darkened, and I looked over the direction of the high€“rise building.

There were too many cameras here, so I shouldn’t be making a commotion now.

Dexter walked over to me and reached over to wipe my face.

I could feel Dexter’s mood plummeting.

Somehow, I felt as if someone was about to be in trouble.

“Please get in, sir,” said Ewan.

He had arrived and was asking us to get into the car.

That man called Jake was here to ensure that we showed up at the funeral.

Before we got into the car, he continued to provoke, “I remembered that we could freely touch you for just the price of less than five dollars back then, during our school years.

Has the price gone up now?” I held onto Dexter’s hand tightly.

It was possible that this man was sent by Martin to provoke us on purpose.

There were reporters everywhere, as such we couldn’t cause a fight now.

“Go ahead,” Dexter said indifferently, instructing Ewan to drive ahead as soon as we got into the car.

Jake’s car was chasing us from behind.

Ewan drove fast, but Jake caught up soon enough.

“Take the alley,” Dexter lowered his voice and instructed again.

I knew what he was trying to do.

I was about to stop him, but there was a cold glimmer in his gaze.

“Hit the brakes,” Dexter instructed Ewan after timing it precisely.

Ewan slammed on the brakes abruptly.

Jake’s car couldn’t react in time, barely swerving and crashing into the guardrail by the side.

As they were in an alley under a bridge, there were no cameras and people around.

Dexter glanced over at me.

He reached over to cover my eyes and said, “Close your eyes and count to 100,” I balled up my fists nervously.

He then got out of the car and walked toward the car behind us.

Jake, who was in the passenger seat, had been injured when the car hit the guardrail.

Dexter was strong enough to yank open the twisted car door.

He then dragged Jake out of the car.

At first, Jake was still laughing with blood pooling around his mouth.

He started provoking, “A dimwit and a bitch-what a match made in heaven!” But he could no longer laugh soon enough.

Dexter’s wrath was unlike anything I had ever seen.

Dexter seemed to know where to attack first to stop Jake from making noise.

He quickly hit him in the throat and started punching him in the face.

He finally stepped on the wrist of the hand that had touched me earlier.

I started panicking and got out of the car quickly.

As expected, the other person in Jake’s car was secretly recording everything.

So, that was Martin’s real goal!

It was to provoke Dexter in order to capture his violent side on tape and then make a big deal out of it.

“Dexter!” I yelled as I ran over to stop him.

I then coldly glared at the man in the car.

He tried to lock the car door out of fear, but I was quicker.

I yanked the car door open and reached for his phone.

Dexter shielded me from behind.

He then reached over to drag the man out and stepped on him.

“Delete it!” The man replied in a trembling voice, “I…

I’ve already sent it out.” He had already sent the video to Martin.

Dexter’s gaze darkened for a moment.

He was expressionless as he turned to bring me back to the car.

Ewan did not bother coming out of the car, as if already accustomed to such situations.

He said, “Someone will come over and handle this, sir.

Please rest assured.” Dexter did not reply.

He only took a wet wipe and passed it to me, saying, “My hand hurts, Sophia.” My fingers were trembling as I helped to wipe away the blood from the back of Dexter’s hand.

I said, “Martin would make a big deal out of the video-” Dexter changed the topic and called out, “Sophia-” He reached over to pull me into his embrace.

His voice was colder than ever as he said, “I forbid anyone to touch you.” I could feel his lingering murderous intent still.

Was he planning to kill them if I did not stop him?

“Martin would make a big deal out of this, Dexter.

If he calls the police, he could still send you to the asylum even if he’s not your legal guardian,” I said with a shaky voice.

“We’re not – We’re not attending the funeral anymore.

I’ll take you away.” We should run away.

There was only one thought in my mind which was to take him away as far as possible.

“We’ve tried escaping before, Sophia.

We can never escape,” “They’re so disgusting!

Why can’t I kill them?” Dexter asked, his voice started trembling as well.

It was as if the past experience had made him suffer.

Those were surely our shared experiences in the past.

Dexter had said that we have tried to escape before this.

Was that part of my forgotten memories as well?