Reborn in the Enemy's Embrace

"Damien says he wants to talk about a work project, but he’s gone all the way to our doorstep. Are you sure it’s just business he wants to discuss? It sounds more like a threat, doesn’t it?" I sneered.

"He insists on meeting you tonight and that if he doesn’t... he’ll call off your partnership and work with Mr. Martin instead," Ewan hesitantly said.

I understood Damien all too well. There was simply no way he would let Dexter off the hook after being forced to kneel and lose his pride.

"If Damien wants to wait, then let him wait. Just tell him that Dexter and I won’t be going home tonight," I said angrily. "If he really doesn’t want to leave, release the dogs on him."

Damien was scared of dogs. I’d heard from Aunty Lisa that he’d been bitten by a dog when he was a child.

Ewan grew silent. It was clear that he was exasperated now.

After a brief period of silence, he said, "Mrs. Black, this collaboration with the Coleman Group is vital. Even if... it isn’t a success, we can’t become enemies with them."

Ewan knew that this was a tough situation, but the business world was not child’s play.

I silently massaged the bridge of my nose.

I’d studied economics and knew that only benefits stood to last when it came to the business world, while enemies never stayed permanent.

If Damien actually partnered with Martin, my life with Dexter would be more difficult in the future.

What’s more, Martin was probably already planning to take action against us too.

Then, Ewan said, "By the way, whether or not you and Mr. Black return tonight, please do be careful. Things have been disquieting lately.

"There’ve been some suspicious individuals loitering near the house recently, and I suspect Mr. Martin was the one who sent them. I also don’t think they’ll let you off so easily."

Ewan had gone to fetch us at the subway entrance today because of this reason as well.

My brows knitted together.

Was Martin finally going to take action against us?

Just then, the sound of flowing water stopped in the bathroom, and Dexter opened the door. Then, he simply stood there naked as water flowed down his hair and body.

He really wasn’t shy around me at all...

Instinctively, I covered my forehead and switched off the phone. "Can’t you come out only after you finish getting dressed?"

Yes, Dexter’s body really was a sight to behold. But was now the right time for this?

Dexter looked at me and flatly said, "It’s legal."

So, I could see him naked because we were lawfully married?

I took a deep breath, simply unable to understand the mind of a mental health patient.

"Get dressed!" I finally exclaimed.

So, Dexter silently put on his clothes, albeit feeling aggrieved at my outburst.

As he did so, I peeked at him and saw the countless scars on his back.

They were... strangely enchanting.

And the reason I described them as "enchanting" was because those scars didn’t ruin Dexter’s looks at all. In fact, they were like delicate cracks on porcelain. They simply added a layer of depth to him.

If I only observed Dexter’s obedient demeanor alone, he came off as an innocent little angel.

But the scars on his back hinted at a fall from grace. Just like the archangel who rebelled with his flock of countless other angels and fell from grace.

After Dexter put on his pants, he still looked aggrieved. It was as if he was asking me whether he’d done enough yet.

I stayed silent, but my fingers couldn’t help but touch the scars on his wrists.

They were the remnants of his self–mutilation.

Then, I spotted a specific scar in the shape of pi.

"Pi?" I asked.

Why did he leave such a symbol on his body?

"Pi. Endless. Never cycling back," Dexter explained.

But for some reason, my head started hurting. 𝚏𝕣𝕖𝚎𝚠𝚎𝚋𝚗𝐨𝐯𝕖𝕝.𝕔𝐨𝕞

Pi. Endless. Never cycling back.

Yet, when Dexter was at the asylum, he’d kept insisting on finishing his calculation of it.

What was he really thinking?

"Sophia... Shoulder hurts." Dexter crouched down before me like an obedient puppy.

He was much more talkative today than he usually was.

It was probably because of my sympathy that led to me being more accepting of him as compared to before.

"Did you hurt your shoulder? How did the injury come about?" I anxiously checked Dexter’s shoulder.

Did he get hurt today?

Dexter replied softly, "Damien Coleman pushed me."

I opened my mouth, but no words came out.

Anger boiled in my stomach when I thought about Damien.

"I’m better than him, Sophia," Dexter said sternly, trying to hard sell himself to me again.

"Mhm, you’re way better than Damien. Let’s beat him up next time we see him," I replied in a serious manner.

Dexter seemed so happy with my response that he immediately pushed me down onto the bed.

If he had a tail, it would be excitedly wagging now.

"I have a fever, Sophia." Dexter hugged me tight while rolling around in bed.

I withheld my anger. I knew Dexter didn’t actually have a fever, rather...

"I’m warning you, Dexter Black—you better go to sleep right now!" I exclaimed.

Even an idiot could tell what he had in mind. It was written on his face plain as day! Could Dexter be any more shameless?

"I really do have a fever, Sophia. It’s really hot. Touch it." Dexter was usually so serious, yet here he was saying such an embarrassing thing.

I thought he wanted me to touch his forehead.

As Dexter held me from behind, I felt like my hand was giving out.

"I’m warning you, Dexter Black..." I gritted out.

Dexter then buried his face in my shoulder, feeling aggrieved. But this time, he obediently held me without doing anything else.

So, I switched off the light, thinking that we could finally go to sleep.

However, Dexter began grinding against me like some large dog.

I turned around and gave him a slap, the sound of which rang out loudly in the room. Then, I met Dexter’s eyes in the dim light.

I saw how tearful and aggrieved he looked, and it made my heart tighten.

Now, I regretted slapping him.

This was just my sympathy playing up again, right?

I used that as an excuse for my feelings.

Instinctively, I caressed Dexter’s handsome face. "Be good and go to sleep."

This time, Dexter behaved and stayed quietly still behind me.

The silent atmosphere seemed to heighten my hearing, and I could hear Dexter sniffling. It was as if he was crying.

Well, now I couldn’t sleep anymore.

What kind of man was he? Why was I in the wrong now?

I gritted my teeth and turned around to face Dexter, accepting my fate. "Close your eyes!"

Dexter stared at me for some time before obediently shutting his eyes.

I took a deep breath as I blushed.

Then, I carefully reached down to touch him.

Dexter’s breathing began growing heavier, and I could hear all the sounds he was making so acutely that I wanted to curl up in embarrassment.

What I would give to be swallowed up by the ground right now.

"Don’t move," I warned when Dexter tried to hug me.

"Sophia..." he called out.

"Be quiet. Keep your eyes shut," I gritted out.

But this time, Dexter didn’t obey and instead pulled me back into his arms and kissed me.

"Sophia..." he kept on calling out raspily.

Somehow, it was frightfully attractive. It felt like rough strokes teasing my heart, and my breathing began to grow heavier as well.

I knew Dexter was losing control. His primal desires were instinctual to him.

But because I was still in the early stages of my pregnancy, I knew he would be able to control himself no matter how difficult this was for him.

I ground my teeth and silently swore to live in separate rooms from Dexter from tomorrow onward, or else, I might end up being seduced by him.

"Sophia... Sophia... I’ve waited for you for so long... Please don’t make me wait any longer, okay?" I suddenly heard Dexter say.

He said that he’d been waiting for me for a long time.

That night, I had a dream.

The childhood friend in my dreams was no longer Damien.

It was someone else.

But no matter how much I tried running over to him, I couldn’t properly see his face.

"Hurry up and come here, Sophia." A boy ran in front of me while flying a kite in the sky.

We were in a field while I happily ran after him.

But all of a sudden, a large fire consumed everything around me, including the boy in front of me.

"No!" I cried, jolting awake as my head pounded in pain.

Another nightmare.

I went to turn on my phone and looked at the time. It was 3 am.

I massaged my temples before reaching out to hold Dexter.

However, the spot beside me was empty.

I hurriedly sat up and switched on the light.

Dexter’s spot was already cold to the touch, which meant that he must’ve left not long after I fell asleep.

Where could Dexter have gone at this late hour?