Reborn in the Enemy's Embrace

Once we got back home, I managed to coax Dexter to go to bed first.

It seemed that after experiencing being well taken care of, Dexter wanted to experience it again. He kept pretending to feel ill and said that he had a fever, sore hands, and sore feet. He even

asked that I bathe him.

I hoped he could just be honest. Bathing Dexter was really troublesome, especially since he took advantage of the situation.

Dexter had stripped himself naked earlier and ended up soaking me as well,

"Dexter Black!" I gritted my teeth after yelling. I was soaked from head to toe.

"Sofia, your clothes are all wet. Come on, let’s just bathe together," Dexter said, looking innocent. He was seriously trying to unbutton my shirt.

I slapped his hand away and took a deep breath.

I tried to console myself. I kept telling myself that there was no way around this. Dexter was my husband, after all. I repeated this mantra in my head. It was my fault for spoiling him so

"Sofia..."

My phone rang at that moment. To avoid getting it wet, I placed it in a small crook on the inside of the bathtub.

Dexter reached out to help me grab the phone. But when he saw that it was Damien calling, his face darkened and his grip loosened as well.

I watched helplessly as my phone fell into the bathtub. It seemed to struggle to stay on for a few seconds before shutting off completely.

I took a deep breath and felt anger rise within me.

Previously, Damien’s number in my phone had been blocked. I was certain that Dexter had been the one who did it.

"Sofia... I got water on my wound. It hurts so much. You’re not going to get mad at me for not holding your phone firmly enough, are you?" Dexter said, looking at me with a pitiful expression on his face.

His gaze was not as dark as before he dumped my phone into the water.

At this moment, he looked more like a naughty child seeking forgiveness for his mistakes.

The raging fire inside of me was instantly put out by his expression. I had to admit that I was weak.

"Dexter Black, this is the third phone you’ve ruined. Don’t touch my phone next time," I said through clenched teeth and suppressed anger.

Dexter’s eyes turned red–rimmed. "Is your phone that much more interesting than I am?"

I didn’t know what led him to that conclusion.

I reached out to fish out my phone from the bathtub. However, he grabbed my wrist and suddenly pulled me in. I fell on top of him as a result.

The anger within me erupted in that instant. But the raging flame was swiftly extinguished by Dexter’s body and looks.

He had flawless skin and well–defined muscles. There were water droplets all over his perfect body, which made him resemble a merman that had just surfaced from the depths of the sea, untouched by worldly matters.

"Oh, dear. Guess we’ll have to take a bath together now," Dexter said innocently. His lips curled into a smirk as he held me in his arms.

I wanted to push him away out of anger, but the water made everything too slippery. In an instant, the atmosphere in the bathroom changed.

Unable to bear the tension any longer, I could only bite down on Dexter’s collarbone.

Dexter’s body stiffened for a moment. He did not move to push me away, nor did he try to up a fight.

"You like biting people when you’re mad, huh?" he said softly. Suddenly, he flipped over to pin me down in the bathtub.

My head was instantly submerged in water. I held my breath instinctively as Dexter pressed me deeper into the water and kissed me.

I suddenly realized that this guy was definitely not as clueless as he appeared. Someone had definitely taught him these moves.

Dexter is seemed innocent and clueless, yet he would always manage to make others blush.

"Dexter Black, if you end up drowning me, you’re done for!" I pushed him away forcefully. I gasped for air and shook my head vigorously to get the water out of my ears.

I glared at Dexter but could not bring myself to vent my anger on him.

"You’d better start bathing yourself right now and go to bed straight after," I said in a threatening tone. However, it was useless. Dexter wouldn’t listen to me and continued to touch me.

Steam filled the bathroom as the touching escalated.

After doing it for hours with Dexter, I ended up tiring myself out. As soon as I lay down on my pillow, I felt extremely sleepy.

"Mr. Black, you have to go to the company tomorrow morning," Ewan said from outside. He was still trying to persuade Dexter.

"I’m not going. I’m going to keep Sofia company when she goes for her prenatal check–up tomorrow," Dexter replied irritably.

Dexter remembered everything. Whenever it was time for one of my check–ups, he was better at reminding me about it than my phone.

I

With a grunt, I quickly added, "You should really go. I can go for the check–up by myself in the morning."

"No way," Dexter said unhappily. Then, he lowered his head and asked, "Sofia, do you not like it when I’m around you?"

I felt helpless and said, "Why don’t you go to the company tomorrow? You can come with me to my prenatal check–up the day after. How’s that?"

I could easily push my check–up a day back.

Dexter lowered his head and remained silent.

"Mrs. Black, your new phone has arrived and has been placed outside your door," Ewan said. He put the phone down and left quietly.

Everyone noticed that Dexter only ever listened to me.

Even I noticed it myself.

I got out of bed with a yawn and went to get my phone at the door. After inserting my SIM card, I turned it on and set it to silent mode before going to sleep.

Dexter looked to be in high spirits. He did not seem tired at all. He climbed onto the bed and held me in his arms, playing with my hair.

I was too tired to bother with him, so I leaned against his chest and drifted off to sleep.

I slept for a while before waking up with the urgent need to pee. I really needed to go to the bathroom.

When I opened my eyes, I saw that Dexter hadn’t slept yet.

He was sitting on the edge of the bed. He was looking at something in his hand.

I rubbed my eyes without reacting at first. But when I finally came to, my heart skipped a beat. I wondered if Dexter was looking at the note Eason gave me last time.

I clearly recalled throwing the note into the hospital’s trash can after reading the contents and the phone number on it. How could it be with Dexter?

I turned around and walked over to his side. Only then did I see that Dexter was merely holding a piece of tissue paper.

I breathed a sigh of relief and asked softly, "Why aren’t you asleep yet? It’s the middle of the night. What are you doing?"

"I needed the bathroom," he said. He looked as sleepy as I felt.

I hummed in response.

It looked like Dexter had just woken up too. We had fooled around in the bathtub for quite some time, after all. We were both dying of thirst when we got out, so it felt great to drink a cup of water before going to bed.

It was just annoying that we had to get up in the middle of the night to use the bathroom because he was scared

"Sofia. I’m scared," Dexter said. He clung to me from behind.

I raised my head groggily to look over at him. I wondered why he would feel scared to go into the bathroom

"Sofia, do you think souls or spirits can follow us around without us seeing them?" Dexter asked softly.

A chill ran down my spine upon hearing that. I tightly grabbed onto the hem of Dexter’s clothes.

This time, the scared one wasn’t him. It was me

Because I knew for a fact that souls and spirits truly did exist in forms that couldn’t be seen.

"Sofia, you’re going to pee, right? I’ll wait outside for you," Dexter said. His tone was innocent yet serious.

After what he said, I kept feeling a chilling breeze in the bathroom.

Dexter knew me too well. He knew that I was easily spooked.

I grabbed the hem of Dexter’s shirt and said, "Turn around. Just don’t look at me."

The corners of Dexter’s mouth curled upward. He nodded obediently and turned away. He kept. me company the entire time.

I huffed, knowing full well that he was deliberately trying to scare me.

"You’ve used up all your intelligence to poke fun at me, huh?" I muttered softly.

Dexter didn’t turn back to face me as he said, "You once asked me what would be the only thing in - life that wouldn’t change if a genius like me suddenly turned into a fool the next day."

1 looked up at Dexter. I couldn’t remember that at all.

"Even if I became a fool overnight, I’d still love you the same."

Dexter’s voice was soft. I could hardly hear what he said.

I wanted him to repeat his words, but he had already lowered his head and was keeping silent.

When I woke up early the next morning, Dexter had already left to go to the company.

I reached for my phone and saw that I had several missed calls from Violette.

"Soph, you’ve finally picked up my call!" Violette complained softly.

I was taken aback by the nickname. Did Violette think that I was Sophia?

Before, she would only ever call me Soph when I was Sophia.

"Damien suddenly went crazy last night and insisted on seeing you. None of the doctors could stop him. Despite his severe injuries, he managed to get up, which caused his wound to start bleeding all over again."

"His attending doctor is a friend of mine. My friend called me to tell me about it. All I could tell him was that I couldn’t ensure that Damien died happy," Violette said with venom in her tone.

She continued, "And guess what? When the doctors weren’t looking, Damien ended up running away even though his wound was still bleeding."