Reborn in the Enemy's Embrace - Chapter 330

Chapter 330: CHAPTER 330 Chapter 330: CHAPTER 330 Dexter only turned the shower on and carried me for a rinse after fooling around for over an hour in the bathroom.

I thought he was finally letting me off.

I never expected his stamina to be more than what an ordinary person could imagine.

“We still have to pick Xan and Ashton up.

Can’t you be more reliable as a father-ah!” I was tossed onto the bed.

Just as I was about to sneak away, he caught my ankle and dragged me back.

Dexter was habitually quiet in bed.

He believed in talking less and doing more.

I said, ‘Let’s talk it out, Dexter.

My waist and the rest of my body hurt-hey!’ My words couldn’t even reach him.

I knew I would be completely drained if he were to lock me at home.

“Your stamina is weak, Sophia.

Dexter was now half-jokingly complaining about my weak stamina.

I glared at him angrily.

The comers of his eyes were red, as if he was the one aggrieved.

‘I can’t bear to exert more force on you, Sophia.” I was speechless.

I was almost dizzy from his forceful movements.

“I’m about to fall apart, bro-‘I slumped on the bed listlessly.

Dexter leaned over and linked our fingers.

‘I like you so much, Sophia.

I like staying by your side.

I want to stay with you forever.

That’s the only way I can feel that you’re mine.” “You lunatic!” I cursed, gritting my teeth.

He indeed was a lunatic.

“Sophia.” Dexter was calling my name.

I always felt a deep resonance whenever he called my name.

It always brought a sense of sadness for some reason “I don’t want to be a passerby in your life, Sophia,” he said hoarsely, but I had no energy to listen to what he was trying to say.

Suddenly, Dexter bit down on me at the back of my neck, making me scream.

It wasn’t a playful bite between a couple in love; it was a forceful one.

Pain shot through my spine to my tailbone and brain at that moment.

I was instantly jolted awake from his bite.

I endured the pain and reached over to wipe the back of my neck.

I was certainly bleeding from the bite.

Furious, I tried pushing Dexter away, but I couldn’t.

He was hugging me tightly while apologizing softly.

“What the hell is wrong with you, Dexter?” I scolded him angrily.

He gently kissed my neck and licked my wound.

My breathing quickened from my anger.

It took me a while to elevate the pain.

What was wrong with Dexter again now?

Was he trying to leave a mark everywhere like some mad dog?

He had to forcefully end whatever that went on afterward.

I refused to talk to him out of annoyance.

Dexter also knew that he was at fault and started his pitiful act again.

He always used this on me.

Whenever I got angry, I couldn’t help but feel that I had spoiled him too much.

Dexter took a towel to wipe my body.

He then crouched by the bed pitifully, wanting to talk to me.

I turned my back on him and ignored him.

My neck hurt from where he bit me.

His fingers gently touched my neck, as if he was checking out where he bit me.

“That’s a bite from me, Sophia,” Dexter mumbled, carefully touching it.

‘I have to leave a mark to show that I was here.” I turned back to look at him.

At that moment, I did not think much of it and assumed that he was just insecure as always.

Dexter had always been an insecure person since he was young, thinking that he shouldn’t have existed.

That was until he met me.

I thought that he would stop thinking that he didn’t deserve to exist after he found me and we got together.

It seemed that I overestimated both love and myself.

After I calmed down, I got up sulkily to apply medicine before going to pick up Ashton and Xan.

The kids had been staying with Xandra and Violette all this while.

I hoped they didn’t cause them any trouble.

“Violette, are the kids with you, or…” I called Violette to ask who Ashton and Xan were with Before Dexter and I left, we entrusted the kids to both Violette and Xandra so that they could take care of them whenever they were free.

Before I could even finish my sentence, Violette asked in surprise, ‘Are you guys back now?” “Yeah.

We just arrived home and forgot to call you in advance,” I said, glaring at Dexter angrily.

It was all his fault.

We should have called her in advance, yet he insisted on doing other things.

Dexter coughed diffidently “Are the kids with you now?” I asked again.

Violette started stammering, “Uh, how about you guys come pick them up tomorrow instead?’ “Huh?” I had a bad feeling.

Dexter clearly became alert and glanced over at me.

Did something happen to the kids?

I said, ‘I’m already on the way to your place.

We” Before I could even finish my sentence, Violette interrupted me again, “Well, both of you haven’t eaten, right, Sophia?

How about you guys go grab some food for now?

I’m still out playing with the kids now.” I frowned and looked at Dexter.

He was already checking their location.

Ashton and Xan’s location showed that they were in the police station at Bridgeview Road.

“Are you playing in the police station?” I asked softly.

Violette took in a sharp breath and replied diffidently, “Xandra and I figured that the kids ought to go to school, so we signed them up for preschool.

Something happened today, but it’s not a big deal, so I can handle it.” “You wouldn’t be keeping things from me if you could handle it.

I’ll go over now.’ I glared at Dexter angrily after ending the call.

“It’s all your fault for wasting time!” He looked aggrieved.

“It’s not my fault they got into trouble.

They’re a result of both our genes, so we should share the responsibility.” I couldn’t believe he was dividing things up so clearly now.

We rushed to Bridgeview Road and ran into the police station.

Upon entering, Ashton and Xan were sitting on the bench, obediently listening to the scoldings of the police officers.

Violette was also nodding meekly at them.

The parents of another child were standing by the side, screaming at Violette.

“How can they be this terrifying when they’re just children?

Our child would’ve been buried by them if it weren’t for the teachers noticing it!” “That’s so terrifying!” one of the parents yelled angrily.

“What’s going on?” I hurriedly asked as I walked over with Dexter.

“We’re their parents.

You can talk to us if there’s anything you want to discuss.” The father of the child was a ferocious man.

He glared at me and said, “Are you their parents?

Your children are unbelievable!

You have to apologize to my son, otherwise-” Ashton glared at the man and said, ‘I’ll bury him again if you yell at my mom!” The man huffed as he started rolling up his sleeves to hit Ashton Dexter shielded Ashton indifferently and stopped the man.

“We should talk things out slowly.

It’s not right for an adult like you to fight a child.

You’d be better off fighting me.” The man frowned and backed off slightly, surprised by Dexter’s attitude.

“Your children dug a hole over three feet deep in the school’s playground.

They definitely dug it based on my child’s height, and they buried my child there!

He was already buried up to the neck when the teachers found out about it.’ I was stunned, looking at the kids in shock.

What was going on?

“Did your child not struggle or scream?” I carefully asked, trying my best not to agitate the father further “Are your children abductors in the making?

They tied my son’s hands and legs up and stuffed his mouth.

How was he supposed to scream and struggle?” The man was clearly agitated.

“They were trying to bury him alive!” I looked at Ashton with a frown.

I said, “Come over and explain yourself.” Ashton hung his head low, looking aggrieved.

He dared not look at me.

At that moment, another woman walked over carrying a crying yet pretty boy.

“Your child deserves it!

Let me tell you, if it weren’t for me finding out about this late, I would’ve buried your child to let off my steam too!

“He’s being such a school bully at such a young age.

Ashton was just standing up for what’s right!”