Reborn In a Murderer’s Embrace (Dexter) novel Chapter 272

Chapter 272 

I’m the one with the insatiable craving for mango tapioca pudding, but I’m cursed with an allergy to mangoes. Every time I snuck off to indulge, Colin was quick to cover for me, claiming he was the fan of the sweet treat. Then he only let me have a taste before he scarfed down the rest. 

He said he loved mango tapioca pudding. But in truth, it was Phoebe who adored it. He was just ‘forced‘ to love it, that’s all. 

“Just a little bite,” Colin whispered, coaxing me away. 

Dexter stood there, rigid, trying to find the words. “Phoebe…” 

“I thought I made it clear to you, ‘Phoebe‘ is allergic to mangoes.” 

Ignorance was forgivable once, but to still forget? Love seems to falter in the details. 

“Phoebe, it’s not like that. I just thought… your body now is Foebe’s…” Dexter tried to clarify that Foebe wasn’t allergic to mangoes. But deep down, he was still doubting my identity as ‘Phoebe‘. 

Yet he was obsessed and stubborn about turning ‘Foebe‘ into Phoebe. 

Treating me like his puppet, his perfect substitute. 

“Dexter, you’re just as selfish as ever. You don’t love anyone; you only love yourself,” I said with biting sarcasm, gripping Colin’s hand tighter. “Didn’t anyone tell you love can fade? Especially when it’s built on your lies.” 

He went to such lengths to deceive, yet he couldn’t cherish what he had won. 

Dexter’s hands fell limply by his sides, wanting to say he loved Phoebe. But his throat felt too raw to speak. 

In his quest to make Phoebe love him, to become the lover in her heart, he had tried so 

hard. 

But in the end, he had only moved himself. 

“If 

you don’t want Melody to die, let us go,” I spoke up again, my grip on Colin’s hand firm.、 

I’m not letting go this time. I owe Colin too much. 

Maybe because I was in front of him, Colin’s fierceness softened, his gaze on me tender. 

“Phoebe, he’s bad.” He started to sulk. “He always tries to take you away.” 

I squeezed his hand a little tighter. 

Dexter’s eyes darkened; he had no intention of letting us leave. 

11:30 

I knew he was stalling; Henry’s men must be on their way, 

“Dexter, save me.” The person threatening Melody slashed a knife across her neck, and she cried out for Dexter. 

I locked eyes with Dexter; he was gambling. 

I snatched the knife from the bodyguard and pressed it to my own throat. 

What if ‘Phoebe‘ dies? 

“Phoebe…” Colin panicked, his eyes wild with fear. 

Dexter was visibly shaken. “Phoebe…” 

“Let us go,” I demanded, my gaze steely. 

Dexter relented, stepping away from the door, directing his guards to do the same. 

I took Colin’s hand again, leading him away. “Colin, let’s go home.”