Reborn in the Enemy's Embrace

I stared at Dexter in shock. It took me a long time to process this information.

I snatched the paper out of his hands and gasped...

I thought he had scribbled nonsense on it, but unexpectedly, it was the real answer.

"You’ve studied this before?" I asked in surprise. Shock aside, I was also in disbelief.

Wasn’t he insane?

Dexter nodded. "This is simple."

Those words provoked me. This was impossible! Ever since I was young, I was always top of the class. When I went to college, my professors took great pride in me. Even though I wasn’t a genius by any means, I was still an excellent student. How could Dexter be smarter than me?

"Have you seen the solution before?" Refusing to concede defeat, I continued writing more questions for him.

However, he quickly answered correctly.

Sometimes, he even wrote his answers while distracted because he would want to look at me from time to time.

Despite all of this, he could still come up with an answer so quickly. This made him more than the average genius...

It was as though the crazy person was on his left shoulder and the genius was on his right. He could only go between the two options.

"You... You went to college?" I asked hesitantly.

"I went to Stamford..." he began.

I gasped. He really had gone to college.

"When I was 14 years old. I was in the advanced classes and was scouted by the college," he finished.

I was speechless.

Advanced classes? Why did that sound so familiar? Suddenly, my head hurt as some memories flooded my mind.

Two children stood at the door of the welfare home, holding giant bouquets. There was a banner in front of the welfare center that congratulated two of its children for getting into the advanced classes.

I pressed my hand to my forehead, struggling to remember more. But my memory seemed to have been corrupted.

To have been scouted to attend Stamford at 14 years old, Dexter was indeed a genius.

"Then why did you sleep at the orphanage and act crazy?" I tried to make myself appear calm. I was getting more and more curious about Dexter’s secrets.

This person was clearly not crazy!

Had he been purposely putting on an act so that he could cover up his crimes?

"Sophia asked me to wait for her..." Dexter lowered his gaze, and his voice sounded sad.

I frowned. What?

Sophia? Was he referring to Sophia Milford or Sofia Miller?

"Why are you being so nice? Is the Sophia you’re referring to me?" I didn’t fully trust the man in front of me, even if he was acting pure now.

I pointed at myself to see his reaction.

He looked into my eyes for a while then nodded.

The person he promised was Sophia?

I couldn’t see through this man. Just because of a promise he made to a woman, he pretended to be mentally ill at the orphanage for so many years?

This person seemed a little too stubborn. He was just like... a monster in a fictional book, but an angelic one.

"Was it worth it, wasting your talent to wait for someone?" I asked curiously.

"Yes!" Dexter seemed irritated by that and continued in a serious tone, "Sophia asked me to."

I rubbed my forehead. Whatever. Trying to bait a mentally ill criminal into saying something useful was not easy.

"I’m tired. I’m going to sleep for a bit..." I had to restore my energy so that I could think of a way to get out.

Dexter said nothing. When he saw me go to the bathroom, he followed me too. He just kept standing behind me. When I brushed my teeth, he brushed his teeth. When I washed my face, he just watched me.

When I walked out of the bathroom, he also trotted after me and then lay down beside me.

Thinking about how this person could either be a murderer or an accomplice, my body couldn’t help but go as stiff as a board. But since I had to live with this psycho for now, I just had to tolerate it.

However, there was one thing I underestimated, which was his eyes... His long eyelashes were enchanting.

I admitted that people were unable to defend themselves against beauty.

When I came back to my senses, I ultimately put my rationale first. "You sleep on the floor."

Dexter didn’t protest. He just obediently got up and lay down on the floor.

I lay there for a while, wondering why he was suddenly listening to everything I said. The one who nearly strangled me to death this morning was him.

Clearly, I was getting tired. "You can come up here and sleep... you need to promise me that you can’t touch me."

Dexter immediately climbed onto the bed, laying on the edge. He seemed very energetic and kept staring at me.

"Aren’t you going to sleep?" I was frightened by his stare. The trauma of my previous life before my death shrouded me.

Although I had accepted the fact that I had been reborn, it was difficult for me to sleep with the murderer.

"Sophia, they won’t let you out unless you’re pregnant."

He said seriously, "They come and watch us every 24 hours. And the meals we eat... all have aphrodisiacs."

Upon hearing that, I sat up abruptly and tried to spit out what I had eaten. "You should’ve told me that earlier!"

"It’s useless. The fragrance in the air will make us horny too..."

Dexter smiled sarcastically. I wondered if it was my illusion. At that moment, I felt a sense of strong coldness from him.

"Have you never thought about resisting? Even when they’re doing this to you?" I asked tentatively. Was it because he was hurt and tortured by the Black family that his mind distorted? Was that the reason which caused him to commit those murders?

He looked into the distance and said in a low voice, "I never thought that... I’d lose something I wanted to protect. But now, I want to resist."

I couldn’t understand it, but I seemed to recall some memories from the deepest parts of my mind.

"Sophia, what do you want to do?" He looked back at me and asked me seriously.

"I want to leave. I want to..."

I wanted to find the murderer. I wanted Juliet to get retribution. I even wanted to see Damien repent.

"I can do whatever you want, Sophia, as long as you don’t lie to me..."

I felt a little guilty for no reason. "Okay."

He smiled innocently.

"How did you hurt your throat? Where did you get the scars on your body?" I pretended to be relaxed as I tried to understand him better.

"Fire... Fire in the orphanage..." He suddenly turned his back on me, only mentioning the fire in the orphanage.

I looked at his back quietly. It turned out that when he became silent, his body could also express his emotions.

Looking at his back, I felt his loneliness and helplessness. I subconsciously wanted to reach out to comfort him, but I was soon shocked by my own thoughts.

Was I crazy? I shouldn’t be deceived by this monster even though he was good-looking. 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝘦𝓌𝑒𝑏𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝘭.𝒸𝘰𝑚

Unconsciously, I fell into a deep sleep. As Dexter said, the fragrance in the room smelled of lust and made me hot.

I almost woke up from the heat and kicked the blanket irritably, forgetting that I was sleeping with a dangerous person.

He covered the blanket back on me, but I kicked it away several times.

From beginning to end, his breathing was hot, as if he was holding back.

"It’s so hot..." I grabbed Dexter’s arm, delirious. He immediately took a glass of cold water and splashed it on my face.

I woke up in shock, sat up, and looked at him warily. "What are you doing?"

He looked at me seriously. "If you don’t consent to it, I won’t touch you."

"Is pregnancy necessary?" I asked irritably and then angrily picked up the glass to throw it at the door. "You perverts! You’re all crazy!"

"For them, having an heir exceeds moral values." Dexter’s voice was still hoarse. The fire had destroyed his vocal cords.

With such an angelic face, he should have had a beautiful voice in the past.

"I’m going to sleep. I’ll be fine after I fall asleep." I turned over irritably, facing away from him.

He whispered hoarsely, "You’ve really... forgotten me."

I didn’t know what he was talking about and couldn’t respond. My body was so hot and uncomfortable that I could only force myself to sleep.

In my daze, I had a dream. In it, a delightful voice called out my name, "Sophia, come here..."

"Dexter, let’s meet at the orphanage on Saturday. You can wait for me there. I want to ask you about the college entrance examination questions."

"Dexter, wait for me at the orphanage..."

"Dexter, wait for me..."