Reborn in the Enemy's Embrace - Chapter 194

Chapter 194: CHAPTER 194 Chapter 194: CHAPTER 194 “Come on, Sophia,” Dexter grabbed my wrist as I attempted to leave.

Before Joel, who was outside the door, could enter the house, Dexter kicked the door shut, trapping Joel outside.

Startled by his frustration, I asked in puzzlement, “What do you want- ” “I want to lock you up… in the basement, where I’ll be the only one knowing of your existence,” Dexter’s voice was hoarse as if suppressing his emotions.

He pressed me against the corner, enveloping me with a pressuring demeanor.

I had never seen him like this before; and honestly, I was rather scared by his current behavior.

It reminded me of what Mom wrote in her log, how Dexter had imprisoned Sophia in the basement and abused her.

“Y-You’re not serious, are you?” I asked shakily.

Dexter pulled me into his arms, sighing softly.

“Sophia… I just want you to live a normal life, with friends like Violette, and a normal… husband and children.

Spending the rest of your life happily, safely, without worries.” “I’ll give you that regardless of the price to pay… ” Dexter added softly.

Perhaps this was Dexter’s biggest wish.

My heart inexplicably raced as I listened, leaning against his chest and feeling his heartbeat beneath.

For some reason, I had a bad feeling.

Something inside me whispered that Dexter himself wasn’t included in that wish, as if he had always seen himself as a monster, outside the realm of being a “normal husband”.

Did this mean that he would eventually let go of me?

Or perhaps, he had another life planned?

Feeling an inexplicable surge of anxiety, I instinctively clutched Dexter’s shirt and asked, “You still don’t believe that I’m Sophia Milford, do you?

Must I recite the pi thing to prove it?” Dexter ruffled my hair without answering.

Though it was just a simple gesture of comfort, it managed to ease my emotions nonetheless.

Without those memories, I lacked a sense of security and was constantly enveloped in fear.

“You don’t need to pity me, or try to test me… ” I said stubbornly, worried that this might be another test.

Dexter sighed helplessly.

“Your husband is a genius, isn’t he?

So you should have more faith in him.” His words startled me, and I realized that my numb heart could still feel something.

He noticed the slight bleeding from my angry steps earlier as he looked at my foot.

Visibly displeased, he lifted me effortlessly into his arms, as though I weighed no more than a feather.

I discreetly poked his muscular arm, confirming that it was his formidable strength that made me feel so weightless.

After Juliet’s upheaval and the kidnapping incident, I was physically and mentally exhausted.

Shortly after Dexter had settled me on the bed, I drifted off into slumber.

Perhaps due to the effect of the sedatives, I had a severe headache and felt drowsy, slipping into a series of dreams.

“She lacks emotions.

Do you truly believe she can comprehend love after losing her memories?” In a haze, I overheard someone conversing with Dexter.

“Her feelings toward Damien don’t seem like love either; it seems more like a meticulously planned scheme to destroy Damien in the cruelest manner possible…” It was as though Damien had pulled the trigger, but the bullet had rebounded and struck him squarely between the eyebrows – and Sophia was the architect.

“She doesn’t love me… ” Dexter’s voice sounded somewhat hoarse.

Given his intelligence, how could he possibly be unaware of whether it was love or not?

“She’s still searching for the sensation of love… obstinately yearning to love,” Dexter said softly.

“Which is a good thing.

Then, in the future… if something were to happen to me, she could accept it calmly too.” Perhaps I was unsettled, so I couldn’t sleep soundly.

After all, I had nearly been raped and trafficked.

I wondered how the old Sophia Milford would have handled it if she had been in that situation.

She probably would have attacked Howard and Bobby with the knife before handing them over to the police, wouldn’t she?

Regardless, I wasn’t that Sophia anymore.

Sometimes, I couldn’t help but wonder if I was the Sophia Milford whom Dexter loved.

If Dexter still loved Sophia, then was I – who had lost those memories and personality – the person he loved?

If a person’s character had changed, would they still be considered the same person?

“Sophia… I want you to live on, that’s all I ask.” “Dexter… You can’t hold me back.” “Sophia Milford, please don’t be so cruel to me.” “But I have no heart… ” I had a nightmare.

In the dream, I kept hurting myself, trying to end my life with all kinds of methods.

I was seeking an escape.

Dexter chained me up, cried, and begged me not to continue.

He even went as far as hurting himself in front of me, threatening to end his life alongside mine if I wouldn’t stop hurting myself – I watched him coldly, without intervening.

“If you want to die, I’ll go with you; if you want to hurt yourself, I’ll do it too,” Dexter threatened, though his voice sounded pleading.

I gazed at him coldly, struggling to break free from the chains.

“It’s no use, Dexter.

We can’t escape from this… I’m a monster.

I won’t genuinely have feelings for you.

Even if you were to die in front of me, I won’t shed a tear for you.” Dexter looked at me in despair, the knife in his hand fell to the ground, blood dripping from his fingertips.

After a long silence, he spoke with reddened eyes, “Are you hungry, Sophia?

I’ll go buy you something to eat.” Then, he left, consumed by deep despair.

In the dream, I struggled desperately, the clashing sound of the iron chains causing my chest to ache terribly.

I wanted to shout out to Dexter, to stop him from hurting himself.

“No… Dexter, don’t.

Dexter!” I woke up from the nightmare, breathing heavily, sweat dripping from my forehead and saturating my hair.

Dexter hugged me from behind and whispered, “Sophia… did you have a nightmare?” I looked at Dexter, still breathing heavily, and after a long pause, I leaned into his embrace.

I wasn’t sure what my feelings for Dexter were now – reliance, or perhaps something more… With those missing pieces of my memories, I wouldn’t label it as love, though.

“Please don’t hurt yourself anymore, okay?” I said softly, gently touching the scars on his wrist with my fingers.

Dexter’s body noticeably tensed as he held me.

“Does it pain you if I do, Sophia?” he asked softly.

I could sense he was hoping for a certain response, as though he had been waiting for this answer for a long time.

I struggled internally, persuading myself that I had to give him the answer he wanted, even if it was only a lie.

“Dexter… ” I held his wrist and whispered, “It pains me if you do.” After a long pause, Dexter suddenly kissed my forehead excitedly and rolled around with me in his arms.

I was left speechless, finding his reaction was rather childish.

“Stop rolling… ” I protested, ending up lying on top of him.

Our position was too intimate; with one wrong move, something might accidentally unfold.

As Dexter gazed at me, I couldn’t help but marvel at his stunning eyes, though I had always been aware of their beauty.

“Sophia… ” Dexter whispered my name, his expression as joyful as that of a grown-up boy.

“You’ll always trust me, won’t you?” I desperately sought reassurance.

“I’ll always… recognize you at first glance,” Dexter pressed my head and planted a kiss on my forehead.

I leaned against his chest, quietly listening to his heartbeat.

“It’s still early.

Go back to sleep,” Dexter whispered.

But I found myself no longer feeling sleepy.

Seeing that I had no intention of moving, Dexter shifted his body carefully yet uncomfortably.

I didn’t notice anything unusual until I felt his body temperature rising.

“You’re torturing me… Sophia,” he whispered in agony.

My ears flushed as I quickly sat up, unintentionally causing more discomfort for Dexter.

I swiftly lay down on my side, turning my back to Dexter, and remained silent.