Reborn in the Enemy's Embrace - Chapter 355

Chapter 355: CHAPTER 355 Chapter 355: CHAPTER 355 The attic of the mountaintop villa had been cleaned thoroughly.

Under my threats, Damien had converted the attic into a sterile ward, equipped with all sorts of medical equipment.

Dexter had yet to regain consciousness.

He had to stay in a sterile environment in order to prevent his wounds from getting infected.

He had been living in the basement for so long.

Now, he could feel the sun’s warmth Dexter slept for a whole 12 hours before slowly waking up.

When he did, he looked at the sunlight outside the window.

He probably thought he was still dreaming.

I continue to sit beside the bed watching him.

He wasn’t at all shocked when he first saw me.

Instead, he smiled and said, ‘This dream is wonderful, Sophia.” It was a wonderful dream, with sunlight and me around.

I just stared at him, my mood looking glum.

It took Dexter some time to realize that he wasn’t dreaming.

He immediately shot up, his expression started changing.

“Sophia…” He had a nervous expression as he looked around anxiously.

There wasn’t any hint of color on his face due to his severe injuries.

The chain on his neck clinked loudly.

Dexter looked down in shock, gripping the metal chain that stretched all the way to the corner of the room.

“Sophia.” He started to look anxious.

I looked at him coldly as I slowly made my way over.

He had clearly realized that I had regained all my memories.

“You’re angry with me, aren’t you, Sophia?” Dexter looked nervous, staring down like a guilty puppy.

He thought I would blame him for taking matters into his own hands, for messing with my memories, and for planning all of this.

“Who do you think you are?” I reached out to pull at the chain around his neck, forcing him to look at me.

How dare you be so presumptuous to think that what you’re doing is for my own good, Dexter?” Dexter’s eyes reddened as he looked away, unable to meet my eyes.

“You brought me back repeatedly and erased my memories, only to push me to someone else?” I chuckled coldly.

“How dare you, Dexter?’ He nervously clenched his fists.

“Sophia…” He couldn’t say anything else other than my name.

“He’s awake,” Damien said, standing begrudgingly at the door.

He looked at Dexter and started to explain, “It’s got nothing to do with me.

I didn’t say anything, she…” “Leave!” I yelled, looking at him angrily.

Damien swiftly turned around and fled.

It was as if he knew that I might kill him if he didn’t leave fast enough.

“Sophia,” Dexter carefully called for me.

My eyes were red, and my body trembled with anger.

He looked down diffidently, unable to meet my gaze.

Under the sterile bedding was his leg, which wasn’t fully healed.

“Dexter,” I called out, cruelly pressing my hand against the wound on his leg.

“Does it hurt?” My tears flowed uncontrollably.

Dexter frowned and trembled in pain, yet his gaze remained downcast.

“How dare you hurt your body?

You’re mine-every inch of your body is mine.

Did you get my permission to do this?’ I asked, choked with emotions.

He did not reply to me.

“If you dare to mess with my memories again, I’ll kill you first before committing suicide, Dexter.” I pulled at the chain, forcing Dexter to face me once again.

His eyes were red as he looked at me, and he only spoke after a while, “Sophia.” He wanted to tell me something but seemed too afraid to speak.

“Let me leave, Sophia.” Dexter wanted to leave me to continue with his plan.

“Dream on.” I pulled at his chain.

“I’ve thrown the key away.

No one will be able to let you out.” “Sophia,” he pleaded.

“Tell me who exactly is the mastermind behind Genome Society.” I grabbed his neck.

Dexter was taken aback.

He then averted his gaze, seemingly fearful.

“I’ve not seen them.” “You never lie to my face, Dexter.” I slowly tightened my grip around his neck.

He frowned, keeping his lips sealed tight.

“It’s someone you know or are familiar with, right?

Otherwise, why wouldn’t you dare to tell me?” I made a guess.

Dexter continued to remain silent.

“I’m not in a hurry.

I’ll see how long you can keep this up.” I let go of Dexter and walked over to get some water for him.

He was rather stubborn, even defiantly refusing to drink water.

It was as if he would do anything just to leave me.

“Aren’t you going to drink?” I asked with a frown.

He remained mum.

I took a sip of water before grabbing his head and kissing him.

Dexter was taken aback, coughing after choking from the water I had passed him.

I continued to drink water and force-fed it to him.

He remained stunned for the longest time.

He probably did not expect me to force-feed him water after I regained my memories.

“Are you still not going to drink it?” I asked him with a frown.

He huffed and still refused to drink the water.

I continued to feed him by mouth.

He did not resist it, making me wonder if he was doing it on purpose.

I ended up getting frustrated instead and pushed the cup of water aside.

‘If you don’t want to drink it, so be it!” Sure enough, it seemed like I always made a mistake when it came to Dexter.

Just as I turned to leave, he suddenly reached out to carefully hold onto my finger.

I turned to look at him with tears welling up in my eyes once again.

‘Apologize to me, Dexter.” Dexter’s eyes were red as well.

He was as pale as a sheet and looked extremely fragile.

“I’m sorry.” He was always so obedient despite hurting badly.

“What did you do wrong?” I asked, pushing his hand away.

“I shouldn’t have messed with your memories without asking for your permission, Dexter replied like a misbehaved child.

But what I wanted him to reflect on was the fact that he shouldn’t have harmed himself.

He had done it during the fire back then, and now, it happened again with his leg.

“Will you do it again next time?” I asked hoarsely.

Dexter stopped replying, which felt like an admission.

“Think about what you’ve done.

I won’t let you leave until you understand your mistakes.

As for Genome Society’s mastermind, I’ve already had my return announced.

I don’t need you to tell me their identity.

They’ll come to me instead,’ I said quietly before walking away.

Dexter sat in shock.

He hurried to get down from the bed, yet he fell onto the ground.

‘Sophia!” I stood outside the door and closed my eyes, feeling a pang of hurt.

He would never tell me the identity of the mastermind of Genome Society if I didn’t push him like this.

He would just keep it a secret to himself and try to deal with it by himself.

Dexter had always faced everything on his own “Sophia!” He crawled toward the entrance, yet was held back by the chain.

He wasn’t surprised that I would resort to forced confinement-because I had done it before.

Thinking that we could escape Genome Society’s surveillance and control, I had locked both of us up.

“Sophia!” Dexter kept calling my name in a choked voice.

I hid outside the door and slowly closed my eyes as tears streamed down my face.

I felt a painful ache in my chest.

I had to admit that emotions truly were a person’s Achilles’ heel-but they could also become a shield.

Dexter had used this emotional strength to carry him through.

He survived the fire from before and the recent explosion.

“Please don’t go, Sophia!” he cried out my name in choked sobs, struggling and tugging against the chain.

I eventually gave in.

I had to admit that he was now my Achilles’ heel.

I turned and walked back into the room, seeing Dexter sprawled out on the floor in a sorry state.

I slowly crouched down and choked out the words, “Do you really think that I’m heartless and won’t love you back, Dexter?

Was that why you would recklessly harm yourself?” He was stunned in place, looking at me while trembling.

He was probably ignoring all his pain at that moment.

I said, ‘You’ve won, Dexter, just as you wished.

I love you, more than you think.”