Reborn in the Enemy's Embrace

Dax glared at Dexter with his fingers tightly clenched. "Just you wait and see."

I stared at Dax in surprise.

Did I just detect fear in the eyes of someone so fierce? Was he afraid of Dexter?

I turned back to look at Dexter, surprised.

He was still giving Dax a hostile glare, and it wasn’t until everyone had left that he slowly regained his composure.

"The sudden events in the Black family... It all happened too quickly," I whispered. " Dexter, are you sure you had nothing to do with this?"

Dexter didn’t respond and simply continued to hold me tight.

"Sophia... I’m starving," he said hoarsely.

I couldn’t discern if he was just pretending or genuinely unaware of what I’d said.

But regardless, he had stayed up all night without eating or sleeping, so he must have been hungry. So, I took him out for a meal and tucked him into bed afterward.

As I sat by the bedside, I gazed at Dexter’s face for quite some time.

What sort of person lay beneath this mask of his?

Then, I snuggled up beside him and drifted off into a heavy sleep.

Being pregnant made me feel sleepy, and after staying up all night in the interrogation room, I felt extremely tense.

However, nightmares still haunted my

slumber.

Yet, in the haze, a comforting hand pulled me close and held me tight.

As my body gradually warmed, I found solace in a peaceful sleep.

"Mr. Black, moving against Mr. Black Senior now might be too rash. It could alert the enemy too soon. You shouldn’t act now just because of her."

I heard Ewan’s voice as I drifted in and out of sleep.

"I won’t let anyone lay a finger on her," Dexter said sternly.

"It’s just a routine investigation, nothing too serious." Ewan sighed. "But you’ve revealed yourself too early. It might provoke Mr. Black Senior to retaliate."

"Besides, you’ve been patient for so many years. You shouldn’t take such risks now for her."

"What do you think I’ve been holding back all these years for? For all the dirt of the Black family?" Dexter sneered. "Mr. Bart, you know better than anyone what I’m after."

"Is it worth it?" Ewan asked.

"Even the gods seem to be on my side."

"Are you absolutely sure she’s the one?" Ewan sounded anxious.

"She is," Dexter said firmly.

In my daze, I tried to open my eyes to catch what they were saying, but I was too sleepy, and my eyelids felt heavy.

The room was spacious, and Dexter and Ewan were talking outside the room.

I stretched on the bed, feeling the urge to get out and see what was going on.

Just then, the door swung open, and Dexter entered while holding a cupcake.

His eyes met mine, clear and bright. "Sophia... You’re awake."

He stood where the sunlight spilled in, and the golden hue created a feeling of warmth

and serenity.

Dexter always had a pure and angelic quality about him.

I started to wonder if everything I had heard was just in my head, if it was all just a trick of my mind.

"Dexter..." I took a moment to calm myself as I sat on the edge of the bed.

Then, Dexter fetched me some warm water.

His loyal demeanor made it difficult for me to stay upset.

"How long have I been asleep?" I whispered.

"For a whole day and night," Dexter murmured beside me.

I was stunned,

I had slept for so long?

"Sophia, are you hungry?" Dexter earnestly asked.

I could see that his hands were stained with fruit coloring.

I closely inspected the unattractive cupcake.

Did Dexter make it himself?

He seemed to know that Sophia enjoyed cupcakes with dragon fruit.

"I don’t really like dragon fruit," I deliberately stated.

Dexter was stunned for a moment.

Then, he spoke softly, "Have your tastes changed?"

Do preferences change too?

I remained silent, feeling inexplicably annoyed. "Just eat it yourself."

Then, I got up and headed to the bathroom.

I stared at my reflection in the mirror, feeling irritated for quite some time.

Why did I have to be reincarnated? Why was I trapped in someone else’s body?

Initially, I believed that being reincarnated into Sofia’s body was a second chance from above. But at some point, it turned into torment.

My soul was forcibly trapped in a body that wasn’t mine, one that felt unfamiliar and perilous.

I spent quite a while in the bathroom.

When I came out, Dexter was no longer in the room, but he had left the cupcake there for me.

So, I walked over and took a bite.

It was sweet, yet not overly so. The flavor was quite familiar too.

For a moment, I spaced out.

"Dexter, are you hurt? Who messed with you?"

"They ruined the cupcake I made for you."

Some strange memories flashed through my mind.

In those memories, a little girl squatted next to a little boy. She asked the little boy why he was hurt, and the little boy simply held a broken cupcake as tears welled up in his eyes.

The little girl, dressed in a red dress, reached for the broken cupcake and took a bite. "It’s so sweet."

My head throbbed as if it might burst.

I raised my hand and pounded my head, but the strange memories still stubbornly lingered.

Who were they?

"Mrs. Black, are you hungry?" The nanny knocked on the door and spoke softly.

My attention was drawn back, and I stepped outside. "Where’s Dexter?"

The nanny glanced around and whispered, "Mr. Black... has gone somewhere."

Frowning, I wondered where he had disappeared to.

"Mrs. Black, I’m new here, but you could check with Ms. Ewing. She’s been with the Black family for ages."

I nodded, not wanting to trouble the nanny

further.

Then, I headed downstairs.

Ever since James had his accident and Mr. Black Senior suffered a stroke, there was quite a shake–up in the Black family.

Most of the old staff were gone, except for Angel, who still ran the kitchen. However, the rest were dismissed.

"Ms. Ewing, where’s Dexter?" I inquired.

I was a little irritated earlier, and I might have upset him.

"Mrs. Black, it’s typical for Mr. Black to leave around this time every year for a brief period of time. But he did ask me to remind you to get enough rest and to eat your meals on time."

So, Dexter had left and wasn’t at the Black residence now.

I was a bit worried since his emotions were unstable,

"Did he say where he’s gone off to?" I inquired.

Angel shook her head. "We don’t dare pry into where Mr. Black goes."

I absentmindedly took a few bites of food before heading out.

As I made my way to my destination, my mind was filled with that sudden fragment of a memory– the little girl in a red dress, and the little boy holding a broken cupcake.

"Sophia..."

The little boy’s face was blurry, but I faintly remembered a cut at the corner of his mouth as I struggled to recall the rest of his features.

Then, I sat up fast, catching my breath.

Dexter. Why was Dexter’s face popping into my head?

That mixed–race teenager. That pair of clear eyes.

"Mrs. Black, we’re here," the driver said, interrupting my thoughts as he parked the

car.

I snapped out of my daze and stepped out of the car.

I looked around and saw that the alley was a mess. Trash was everywhere, and a nasty smell filled the air.

This was the last slum in Huma, untouched and awaiting demolition.

This was the spot where many homeless folks hung out, attracting all sorts of shady

characters.

I’d come to see Carol, Simeon’s sister.

As I ascended the dirty stairs, I soon reached the third floor.

Trash was everywhere in the hallway.

"Damn, you’re only worth 200 for me."

In the rundown hallway, shouts and cries continuously echoed.

Anyone could tell what was going on here.

Then, the door of Room 306 was kicked open, and a man came out.

He was pulling up his pants and cursing nastily.

The man sized me up. "Hmm, never knew there was such a hot chick here."

I shot him a warning gaze. "If you don’t want me to call the cops, then get lost."

The man then muttered a curse. But fortunately, he didn’t stick around and left in a huff.

Room 306 was dimly lit, and only a fair–skinned woman was sitting on the bed.

She appeared somewhat off, and her face was marked with bruises.

I carefully looked around the room until my eyes landed on a photo hanging prominently on the wall.

It sent shivers down my spine.

In the photo, there were three teenagers.

I stood in the center, dressed in a red dress, and looked around 17 or 18 years old.

To my right stood Dexter, tall and aloof, purposely avoiding the camera.

On my left was Simeon, looking rather unhappy as well.

I had never laid eyes on this photo before, not even during my search for information about the orphanage.