Reborn in the Enemy's Embrace

Joel gave another hum from the passenger seat.

I looked at him with confusion and whispered to Dexter, "Does he have nome kind of issue?"

Dexter’s eyes darkened as he nonchalantly said, "He has rhinitis."

His comment seemed casual but carried an implicit threat.

As expected, the handsome guy with rhinitis stayed quiet after that.

I took a closer look at Joel. He was tall, but I couldn’t see his face clearly as he was wearing a cap.

I couldn’t discern his features clearly, but something about him made me think he was a handsome man. He didn’t seem old either, especially since his voice sounded like a teenager.

Sure enough, Ewan stopped the car outside Hunan High School.

However, Joel was reluctant. "I don’t want to go."

"You have exams soon. Even if you don’t want to, you have to go, Ewan threatened in a low voice.

Joel hummed again. "I can get into college without studying, and it’s useless even if I do. I’d rather protect.

He didn’t finish his sentence. Instead, he looked back at Dexter before huffing again. "See? The moment I leave, he ends up like that."

I blinked and found his way of insulting people quite new.

"Get to school now," Ewan warned, gritting his teeth.

Joel seemed like a troubled teen. He reluctantly got out of the car and huffed yet again.

I was starting to believe that he really did have rhinitis.

"And take that hat off!" Ewan scolded like an ordinary parent frustrated with his child.

I had always thought of Ewan as a robotic workaholic however, brought out a more human side in him, with little emotion. Seeing him interact with Joel,

Joel cast a resentful glance at Dexter, who didn’t even lift his eyes. He was too busy holding me.

Joel took off his cap in frustration and threw it onto the passenger seat before turning to leave.

I caught a glimpse of him. Sure enough, he was indeed a handsome man.

Joel was tall, especially for a high school student. He looked much better without his hat, and his buzz cut gave him a bit of a rebellious air. While he wasn’t as strikingly handsome as Dexter, he was certainly a

standout.

I glanced between Joel and Dexter.

Sure enough, Dexter had a more charming look.

Feeling like I’d found a treasure, I rubbed Dexter’s cheek and said without thinking, "You’re no handsome."

Dexter cuddled into me and beamed. "I’m yours." 𝘧𝓇𝑒𝑒𝑤ℯ𝑏𝓃𝘰𝑣ℯ𝘭.𝘤ℴ𝘮

My ears felt hot. He was such a tease.

Just as Dexter was about to take advantage of the moment for nome affection, the car door opened again. Joel had returned. He demanded Ewan, "Give me some allowance money."

I fell silent.

Ewan pulled out an envelope from the central console and handed it to Joel.

This time, Joel didn’t glance at Dexter but gave me a dark look.

His eyes made me tense up.

He was attractive, and it wasn’t malice in his eyes. However, there was an indescribable feeling he gave off that made me feel nervous.

The car door closed again with a bang, and it startled me.

Ewan apologized. "I’m sorry, Mr. and Mrs. Black. Due to work, I’ve neglected him and spoiled him."

"If he’s been neglected, then discipline him. Set rules. Otherwise, cut his allowance," Dexter said with a low tone.

It sounded like a warning.

"It’s normal for teenagers to be rebellious. It’s okay. He’s handsome. I bet he’s popular at school." I quickly changed the topic.

Joel had just stepped out of the car when several girls surrounded him. It was clear that they liked him.

Dexter, however, seemed quite unhappy. He held my face, making me turn to face him. "I’m good– looking."

I nodded in agreement. Indeed, he was more handsome.

Dexter definitely had a more striking appearance.

I was incredibly grateful that Dexter had been in the genius program since his teens. If he had attended a regular high school, girls would have probably gone crazy over him. Then, where would I have been in that scenario?

I was genuinely relieved. "I’m glad no one else took you from me."

Even someone as despicable as Damien had many admirers.

In fact, Damien was quite good–looking. He was tall, and plus he came from a good family. As I recalled, the girls crazy about him were numerous, but only Juliet ever really got close to him.

That showed Juliet must have had some tricks up her sleeve.

Juliet would be perfect in a palace drama. She’d surely survive to the end.

Ever since "Sophia" died, Juliet had been playing weak. She didn’t dare to use her real " talents" because she knew the murderer was after her. Hence, she had been quiet for a while.

But I doubted she would stay quiet forever.

How could she not hold a grudge when I burned her hair and almost destroyed her face? Impossible. She was probably biding her time for revenge.

Besides, Juliet believed that Dexter was behind the murders. I bet she had a hand in Martin’s plot against Dexter.

This woman was utterly devious. She and Damien were perfect for each other. The both of them should be locked together.

How did I not see it before?

At least my previous death was not in vain.

"Sophia, it hurts a lot." Seeing me lost in thought, Dexter tried to draw my attention Me rolled up his sleeve to show me the bruises and scrapes on his arm, which were still healing

I looked at his arm with concern. These were probably the least severe injuries.

I wanted to see the rest of his wounds, but he hugged me tightly, "Sophia, Damien is bad. He wanted to take you away and won’t let me see you. His men hit me"

Dexter whispered his complaints about Damien.

"This is where his men hit me." He pointed to a particularly swollen spot that looked recently inflicted. It must have happened when I was unconscious, during the time he broke into the Colemans and was assaulted by the Coleman’s bodyguards.

"And this, too." Dexter continued his complaint.

I listened silently while burning with anger. Damien and Martin’s collusion against Dexter was clear. They were leaving no room for him to live.

Back at Dexter’s place, Ewan had a doctor treat Dexter’s wounds before leaving

"Sophia, it hurts so much. Damien must be after my life," Dexter said innocently. He seemed aggrieved.

I clenched my fists and vowed to remember this resentment toward Damien

"Lie down and get some rest." I comforted Dexter to sleep and then went downstairs to call Damien.

"Damien, you’re a jerk! You disgust me!" I started the call with a barrage of insults at

Damien.

Damien sounded excited to hear from me, but due to my scathing words, he changed the subject. "Sophia, don’t trust Dexter. He’s a murderer."

I cut him off. My fingers were shaking with anger. "Shut up! You’re the murderer! Dexter is my husband. It’s his right to take me away, but you wanted him dead! Your bodyguard was harsh! I don’t care what you and Martin plan to do, but I swear if you lay another hand on him, I won’t let you off."

Damien fell silent on the other end.

After a while, he spoke, "Sophia, who was harsher? My bodyguard or him? I only wanted them to stop him, but he almost killed my guard."

"Damien, I have eyes. Weren’t those injuries on Dexter caused by your men?" I found Damien disgusting. He never admitted to his deeds.

"Where did he get hurt? My guard almost died stopping him, and he’s still in the hospital," Damien said. His voice shook with anger.

"I don’t believe a word you say." I then cursed at Damien again and didn’t give him a chance to argue before hanging up the phone.