Reborn in the Enemy's Embrace

There used to be a rumor that circulated around about Dexter. People said that he was a lunatic who liked collecting animal corpses and putting them in glass cases.

Back then, I hadn’t believed it. But what lay before me shocked me to the core.

There were countless glass cases on the shelves in the basement. Each of the glass cases contained many different types of dead butterflies. They were essentially taxidermied.

I could see butterflies of many colors. There were blue ones, black ones, and colorful ones.

And the glass case at the very bottom of the shelf contained a taxidermied cat. The cat- lying inside the case seemed peaceful.

There were also puppies, snakes, hamsters...

"Scared, are you?" Eason asked. He saw that I had stiffened up and sweat was starting to form on my forehead.

Then, he sneered and continued, "He’s a pervert. He loves turning things he likes into taxidermy and specimens like these and putting them in glass cases. You understand now how Sophia died, don’t you?"

Eason firmly suspected that Dexter was the person who killed me.

I knew Eason had taken on this case to beat Dexter at his own game. He was here to find clues.

"There’s no such thing as a perfect murder. As long as what happened to Sophia was a homicide, there will definitely be clues and evidence to prove it. If that lunatic really did kill someone, I won’t show him any mercy," Eason said in a solemn tone.

He wanted to lock Dexter behind bars himself.

"No way. Dexter wouldn’t have killed Sophia. He said that he loved her..." I muttered softly. I started to feel panic well up inside of me. I couldn’t stop shaking my head.

Eason let out a cold chuckle and replied, "You’re still so naive. Sofia, why do you think I brought you here to see all this? I’ve investigated you before. You’re not beyond saving just yet. But if you keep staying with Dexter Black, you’ll die."

"Don’t delude yourself into thinking that imitating Sophia will make him develop feelings for you. If he does end up liking you, you’ll be doomed to die at his hand!"

around to leave.

However, Eason managed to grab the back of my collar and forced me to take a closer look at the butterflies in glass cases.

He said, "Do you know how these taxidermy animals and insects are made? They were trapped in these glass cases before they eventually died. I followed that lunatic here out of curiosity when I was 15. Do you know what he was doing?"

"He trapped a butterfly in one of these glass cases and watched it flap its wings desperately to escape. The excitement and thrill in that lunatic’s eyes terrified me!"

Eason had been truly frightened by Dexter at the time.

"He kept going on about how he had succeeded. He had just trapped an insect he liked in a glass case to death. Was that really something worth celebrating?" Eason continued. He couldn’t understand Dexter, nor could he forgive and forget.

"He’s nothing but a lunatic..." Eason said with a low voice.

"I’m not going to believe you," I replied.

Then, I forcefully pushed Eason away from me and turned to run.

But just as I ran out of the basement, a person wielding a knife suddenly charged at me.

I let out a scream and shut my eyes. I figured I was going to die again. However, I ended in an embrace that felt secure and familiar.

Soon after that, I could smell the metallic scent of blood.

"Stop right there!" Eason rushed out to tackle the assailant to the ground when he saw that someone was attacking me.

I opened my eyes while trembling and met Dexter’s worried gaze.

"Sophia..." Dexter looked at me with a panicked gaze. He cupped my face with his hands and looked into my eyes as he asked, "Are you hurt?"

At that moment, I suddenly felt overwhelmed by the immense shock. I burst into aggrieved tears.

Dexter hugged me tightly in a hurry. His arms wrapped around me protectively.

"Fucking hell..." Eason, who was restraining the assailant, cursed with irritation and guilt in his tone, "Stop being all lovey–dovey with each other. You’re injured, you lunatic.."

Only then did Dexter realize that he was hurt. He lowered his head to look down at the side of his stomach, which was soaked in crimson blood.

In order to protect me, he ended up getting stabbed. Even so, Dexter seemed to feel no pain at all.

My eyes redirected toward his wound. I panicked and tried to press down on it with my hands. "Dexter, does it hurt? Come on, we have to get you to the hospital right now."

Instead of worrying about his own injury, Dexter seemed more concerned about my

wellbeing.

He covered his wound with one hand and held me close with the other.

"It’s alright. You don’t have to be scared. The knife didn’t hit anything vital, and the stab wound isn’t very deep. The bleeding is not severe either, so the police and ambulance will arrive before I faint."

Dexter always seemed to be able to accurately predict everything. It felt as if he was confidently weaving his own narrative most of the time.

I cried out of concern. I felt at a loss as I continued to press down on his wound.

Soon, the police rushed in and took the assailant away. The ambulance arrived promptly as well.

Dexter seemed to have anticipated that someone would get injured.

"Did you know beforehand that someone was going to hurt Sofia? Is that why you called the ambulance in advance?" Eason asked in an arrogant tone. He felt the situation was definitely more complex than it seemed.

Eason had acted very cautiously the entire time, so there was no way the assailant could have followed him. The only other plausible explanation was that Sofia had been targeted as soon as she left her house. The assailant had followed her all the way here.

"I called the ambulance for you, actually," Dexter replied in a low voice as he glared coldly at Eason.

I watched as a hint of fear flashed in Eason’s prideful gaze. It was obvious that he was still fearful of Dexter.

"You called my wife over without my consent. If this happens again, I can guarantee that the one lying in the ambulance next will be you next," Dexter said.

Dexter let me press down on his wound. He covered my ears with his hands and began to curse at Eason coldly. "You dumb..."

Even though he had covered my ears, I could still hear him cursing Eason out. His words were rather vulgar.

I could tell that Eason was having a hard time in the ambulance. If it weren’t for the police officers holding him back, he would have rushed forward and attacked Dexter already.

However, it was clear that Eason had intentionally let the police hold him back. I could tell that he was still afraid of Dexter, yet he kept shouting, "Stop holding me back! I have to kill this lunatic today!"

Hearing that, the police officer holding him back obediently let him go as he asked.

Eventually, Eason ended up quieting down. He gritted his teeth and sunk further into his chair. Then, he said to the officer next to him coldly, "Well, I suppose there’s no use fighting violence with violence."

"Hey, my wound feels alright. It’s not that deep. Look, I’ve practically stopped bleeding," Dexter comforted me in a low voice when he saw how pale I still looked.

I looked up at him for a moment. Even though he was the injured one, he ended up being the one to console me instead.

"That idiot doesn’t quite understand the current situation we’re in. Mr. Black Senior is getting desperate. He’ll definitely make his move soon," Dexter whispered. He looked different from usual.

I wondered if it was just because he didn’t want me to worry about him.

At this moment, Dexter looked mature and stable. He felt a little strange, but not unpleasant to be around.

It almost seemed like Dexter should have always been this way. He should have been a strategist from the very beginning.

"How would I know what you Blacks get up to these days? So many people want to hurt you guys, after all," Eason muttered quietly. But it was clear that he had been in the wrong this time.

"Hudson, don’t let there be a next time," Dexter warned Eason in a low voice as they were getting out of the ambulance.

Hudson was Eason’s old name. Dexter didn’t seem to like calling him Eason.

Eason frowned and felt distinctly threatened.

I turned to look at Dexter subconsciously. The way he had just threatened Eason made him look really frightening.

However, he ended up reverting back to his usual self in the next second. He looked at me with pitiful eyes and hugged me. "Sophia, I’m feeling a bit dizzy now. Can you please hold me?"

Sure enough, Dexter’s charm only lasted for three seconds.

"Sophia, it hurts," Dexter complained.

The medical staff wanted to treat his wound. However, Dexter kept holding onto me

tightly. He looked pitiful and scared. "Sophia, I’m scared," he said.

I was rendered speechless for a moment. He had only just realized that he was scared. now. Perhaps his brain needed some time to catch up with what had just happened for him to react.

I hugged Dexter guiltily and patted him. "Don’t worry, I’ll be here with you.

"Don’t be fooled by his act! There’s no way he’s feeling scared right now. Maybe the assailant I pinned down just now was his accomplice! He might be the culprit behind everything!" Eason pointed at Dexter angrily as he exclaimed. His finger trembled for a long while before he quieted down.

"Mr. Grant, please don’t unjustly accuse my husband of such crimes again. I trust him. unconditionally," I frowned as I said.

Dexter’s lips curled into a small smirk. His eyes seemed to darken as he looked at Eason.

It felt as if he was provoking him.

Eason clenched his fists in anger. "You will regret this.