Reborn In a Murderer’s Embrace (Dexter) novel Chapter 116

Chapter 116 

I felt a shiver of fear at the thought of being seen through by Dexter, and I couldn’t wait to get Caleb out of there. 

“Phoebe Caldwell…” he suddenly called out. 

He called me Phoebe Caldwell. 

My steps faltered unconsciously, and I took a deep breath without turning back. 

Robin furrowed his brows, watching Dexter call me Phoebe Caldwell, thinking the man had lost 

his marbles. 

“Phoebe…” Dexter’s voice cracked with a sudden surge of emotion as he scrambled to his feet and grabbed my wrist. “Phoebe? You’re Phoebe Caldwell, aren’t you?” 

I frowned in disgust, looking at him with disdain as I forcefully slapped his hand away. “Mr. Fitzgerald, have you completely lost your mind?” 

He stood there, stunned, saying nothing. 

Caleb’s eyes flashed a warning at Dexter as he took my hand and led me away. 

From the moment we left the negotiation room, my legs felt like jelly. I was terrified that he would recognize me. I was afraid he would discover that I was actually Phoebe. 

“Colin… go to the car,” I said weakly to Caleb. “Go to the car.” 

I needed to see Robin. 

The real murderer was still out there, killing. We couldn’t drag this out any longer; even without hard evidence, we could at least put the suspect under surveillance to prevent further bloodshed. 

I had asked Stella to inform Robin about this, but I wasn’t sure if he had uncovered any substantial evidence in the past few days. 

Caleb looked at me with concern, gently cradling my face. “Phoebe… don’t be upset.” 

I nodded, brushing him off lightly. “Just get to the car, please.” 

Caleb walked away, his head hung low in disappointment. 

I watched him go and then turned away. 

Waiting in the corridor, I saw Dexter, his face and clothes smeared with blood. He paused beside me, stopping in his tracks. 

I tried to appear calm. 

Without a word, he just looked at me and suddenly reached out as if to touch my face. 

Instinctively, I slapped his hand away, glaring at him with pure loathing in my eyes. 

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Chapter 116 

He seemed taken aback for a moment, rooted to the spot. 

I panicked internally; my reaction was too much like the way I used to resist him. 

Unconscious gestures, expressions, and details… 

Dexter stood there, staring at me for a long while as if trying to see right through me. 

I remained scowling, my hands clenched tightly. “Are you sick?” 

Dexter didn’t respond, and as soon as Robin appeared, he left hastily. 

I breathed a sigh of relief; no sane person would ever figure out that I was Phoebe. 

Even Caleb hadn’t really figured it out. 

“Are you waiting for me?” Robin approached, asking me. He eyed me up and down, seemingly