NovelEnglishChapter 200
| couldn’t help but laugh despite myself as he managed to tickle my funny bone. “Alright, hold tight. I'm off to
run you a bath.”
He nodded obediently, but as | turned away, | noticed a shadow pass over his face, his expression darkening.
When | cback to tell him the tub was ready, | could have sworn | saw him fiddling with my phone.
“Phoebe, my hand really hurts.”
Just as | was about to grab my phone, he winced, claiming his hand was in pain. Sure enough, the white bandage
was soaked through with blood.
| quickly fetched the first aid kit, redressed his wound, and coaxed him into the bath, drying his
hair afterward.
He was as docile as a golden retriever, quietly lettingtake care of him.
By the tI'd put His Highness to bed, | was dead on my feet.
He gavea wry smile and pulledinto his embrace. “Phoebe... tfor sleep.”
| was reluctant, sensing skind of schin the air. But exhaustion overcsuspicion, and as soon as | lay
down in his arms, sleepiness washed over me.
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His room always had this subtle scent of sandalwood, comforting and perfect for a peaceful sleep.
And | drifted off.
There was no need to check on Melody and Dexter since they were just playing their games; | had already
alerted the cops.
Robin was on his way, and he’d be much more useful than me. If it was all an act, Robin would give them a piece
of his mind.
But if it wasn’t... with Robin there, hopefully, the perpetrator would be caught.
That night, | dreamed Dexter stood before me, drenched in blood, smiling. “Phoebe, I've cto join you.”
| recoiled in disgust, but he kept advancing.
“Phoebe... I'm sorry; how about I join you and the kid in the afterlife?”
| shouted back at him, “No! Stay away! You'll taint my path to reincarnation.”
His eyes brimming with tears, he said, “Phoebe, I'm sorry, | never knew how to love anyone else. | just wanted
you to fall for me...”
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“Get lost!” | screamed.
In my struggle, | must have kicked something hard.
My eyes snapped open, my breath quick, sweat beading on my forehead.
As | cto, the daylight was already spilling into the room.
Turning around, | saw Colin sitting on the floor, his fluffy head peeking out, eyes looking at me. innocently.
“I...” What did I do to him?
“Phoebe... you kicked me.” Colin’s voice was laced with injury as he climbed onto the bed, taking my hand. “Rub
it, it hurts.”
Apparently, | had kicked him really hard. He was only wearing boxer shorts and placed my hand near his groin.
| blushed furiously. What was he playing at this early in the morning?
“Phoebe... it's swollen.” He looked atwith puppy-dog eyes, implying my kick had left a mark.
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Sometimes, | really felt like calling the cops on him. Was he playing dumb or truly clueless?
“You...” | warned him with a pointed finger to cut the act, but he just playfully bit my finger.
| couldn’t be bothered with him and wanted to check my phone.
“Phoebe... I'm starving.” And with that, he pinneddown and kissed me.
| suspected he was deliberately stallingfrom checking my phone, but | had no proof. Every the'd pout,
what could I do?
“Phoebe...” He always liked to call my nin moments of passion.
The sunlight was warm, filtering through the sheer curtains into the room.
Everything felt like a dream, yet the flush in my cheeks and the heat coursing through my veins keptacutely
aware.
| must be going mad.
The phone buzzed incessantly, and | reached out, pushing Colin away with disdain.
When did | put it on silent?
The caller was an unknown number.
“Where are you? It's Stella. Why aren’t you answering mine or Robin's calls? Dexter's in trouble!”
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