Reborn in the Enemy's Embrace - Chapter 48

Chapter 48: CHAPTER 48 Chapter 48: CHAPTER 48 Ha!

Was this considered karma?

It didn’t matter if Dexter was the murderer or whether James deserved it, but a scumbag like James deserved to be in a coma.

“Mr.

Ignatius is on his way back already,” said Ewan.

Dexter didn’t say anything.

He simply turned to look at me.

I was distracted, thinking that this was too much of a coincidence.

“Let’s head back then,” I said.

The Black family had lost another family member.

Now Ignatius wouldn’t even have an infertile son.

The only ones left were the “crazy” illegitimate grandson, Dexter, and the baby in my belly.

I didn’t know what this would mean for Dexter, whether it was a good thing or a bad thing.

Ignatius was old, and the Black Group couldn’t withstand any more hardships.

James was an idiot who couldn’t manage the company, but because he was Ignatius’ only son alive, he was put in charge of it all these years.

The company seemed fine to outsiders, but it was fragile on the inside after being in James’ hands for so many years.

Since Ignatius wasn’t getting any younger and there was no successor from the Black family to take over the company, the scheming people within the Black Group would go all out to take charge.

Besides, the baby in my belly was still young, and there was no guarantee that I could give birth to it smoothly.

Whether Ignatius would be able to live long enough to see my child grow up and inherit everything was another question.

Things are going to change for the Black family.

In the car, I looked at Dexter and felt that it was a shame.

If he wasn’t mentally ill, with how smart he was, he could definitely lead the Black Group to greater heights and a brighter future.

After a few hours, we finally returned to Hills.

It suddenly started raining.

As I sat in the car, I looked out the window and watched as the pedestrians rushed by.

My gaze drifted, and so did my thoughts.

Before my death, I was most afraid of the rain because it had poured heavily on the day my parents had the car accident.

I was afraid of thunder and rain.

I was scared of the dark and afraid of enclosed spaces too.

I used to long for someone to hug me when I was scared.

I had also desperately hoped that Damien would wrap his arms around me when I was scared.

Unfortunately, he would just rub salt into my wounds and make me feel worse than ever.

Boom!

Suddenly, lightning flashed across the sky.

The deafening sound of thunder that accompanied it made my whole body stiffen, and I started trembling.

It was just like that day when I was eighteen, when my parents met with that accident.

My breath hitched in my throat, and I trembled uncontrollably.

“We’re here, Mr.

Black, Mrs.

Black,” Ewan said as he opened the car door for me.

I tried my best to pretend that I was fine, but when there was another crack of thunder, I couldn’t help but fall back into my seat.

Dexter got out of the car, walked over to me, and covered me with his coat.

“Don’t be afraid.

You won’t get wet,” he said.

Startled, I raised my eyes to see him holding an umbrella.

My breath hitched.

Why did he always give me this familiar feeling?

Was he a part of the memories that I had lost?

Or did I have Stockholm Syndrome and had developed feelings for the person who had probably killed me?

“Don’t be scared, Sofia,” he said softly.

His voice was hoarse and low because of the injury to his throat.

But it gave people a sense of security.

I got out of the car and stood beside him under the umbrella.

I used to feel scared when I heard his voice, but now I felt safe, which made me anxious.

Would I get brainwashed if this continued?

The rain pattered against the umbrella as I stared at him for a long time.

He didn’t say anything and just looked down at me quietly.

“Mr.

Ignatius has gone to Montavia.

No one would bother us for now, and no one would bully you anymore,” I said in a whisper.

I could get my own things done tomorrow.

I had to find out the truth and also find out who Dexter’s accomplices were.

Dexter didn’t utter a single word.

He simply held the umbrella for me and held my hand, then he led me back to my room.

“Good night,” I said to him.

Something had befallen James, so I was in a good mood.

Dexter’s hair was drenched with the rain, and his face was pale.

The dark color of his black shirt emphasized his prominent facial features, yet it also gave him an air of mystery.

I stood at the door and glanced at him before going into the room and closing the door.

The Blacks gave me a big room with a soft bed.

The environment was nice but it was too spacious.

Instead, Dexter’s small house seemed to give me more sense of security.

I seemed to be surprised by my own thoughts, as I was slowly changing my views of Dexter.

However, I knew he was a murderer!

I cowered in fear on the bed, terrified of lightning and thunder.

Now, I was even more afraid of sympathizing with Dexter, the murderer.

Suddenly, a bolt of lightning seemed to explode right in front of me.

“Ahh…” I cried out in terror, curling up with my legs close to my chest as I breathed heavily.

“Sophia… wait for me at the orphanage, be obedient.” “Sophia, I’ll always wait for you.

If you don’t come… I won’t leave.” “Sophia, you promised to come find me.

I’ll be waiting for you at the orphanage.” Images of the car accident that day flashed through my mind, familiar yet strange.

“Boom.” The sound of thunder rumbled outside the window.

Terrified, I scrambled to my feet and ran outside desperately.

I didn’t know why I was running.

When I came to my senses, I had already opened the door.

“Ah!” Suddenly, a large hand grabbed my wrist, pulling me over and pressing me against the wall, then kissing me.

The room was dark, with no light to see by, but I knew that Dexter was outside the door.

I couldn’t see his face, only feeling his breath.

He seemed scared of something, kissing me wildly as if he was venting.

I tried hard to push him away, but I couldn’t budge him, and my eyes were burning with tears.

“You liar…” He seemed to be venting, calling me a liar.

“You told me to go back… and wait for you.” “Get off…” I pushed him away forcefully, slapped him across the face, and leaned against the wall as my breathing became even more rapid.

I didn’t know why, but suddenly all the grievances surged up within me.

He looked a bit forlorn, standing there with his head down silently.

Instinctively, I wanted to reach out and comfort him, but I was surprised at myself for wanting to do so.

What was happening to me?

“Boom!” The thunder roared loudly, and instinctively, I moved closer to seek refuge in Dexter’s embrace as I cried even louder.

At that moment, all the grievances truly flooded my heart.

From my parents’ tragic accident to now, everything felt like a dream.

Dexter’s body stiffened for a moment, then slowly, he raised his hand and held me tightly.

He didn’t say anything, but I could feel his body trembling.

“Sophia… No matter what you become, I’ll find you.

I’m sorry… I won’t let anyone hurt you again.” Dexter tightened his grip around my arms, his voice trembling.

I leaned against him, for the first time… wanting to completely relax and rely on someone.

“I’m scared of the thunder.

Stay here tonight,” I whispered softly.

He was surprised, probably due to the initiative I took.

“Ah!” I grabbed his neck when he suddenly carried me up.

He lifted me with one arm… How was he so strong?

He looked thin and weak, but without his clothes… he was surprisingly muscular.

He laid me down on the bed and took a warm towel to wipe my hands and feet.

In the dim light by the bedside, I just stared at him.

He was a murderer.

If he really was the one who killed me and so many other women, even if the law couldn’t punish him, I wouldn’t hesitate… to kill him myself.