I couldn’t help butugh despite myself as he managed to tickle my funny bone. “Alright, hold tight. I’m


    off to run you a bath.”


    He nodded obediently, but as I turned away, I noticed a shadow pass over his face, his expression


    darkening.


    When I came back to tell him the tub was ready, I could have sworn I saw him fiddling with my phone.


    “Phoebe, my hand really hurts.”


    Just as I was about to grab my phone, he winced, iming his hand was in pain. Sure enough, the


    white bandage was soaked through with blood.


    I quickly fetched the first aid kit, redressed his wound, and coaxed him into the bath, drying his


    hair afterward.


    He was as docile as a golden retriever, quietly letting me take care of him.


    By the time I’d put His Highness to bed, I was dead on my feet.


    He gave me a wry smile and pulled me into his embrace. “Phoebe… time for sleep.”


    I was reluctant, sensing some kind of scheme in the air. But exhaustion overcame suspicion, and as


    soon as Iy down in his arms, sleepiness washed over me.


    His room always had this subtle scent of sandalwood,forting and perfect for a peaceful sleep.


    And I drifted off.


    There was no need to check on Melody and Dexter since they were just ying their games; I had


    already alerted the cops.


    Robin was on his way, and he’d be much more useful than me. If it was all an act, Robin would give


    them a piece of his mind.


    But if it wasn’t… with Robin there, hopefully, the perpetrator would be caught.


    That night, I dreamed Dexter stood before me, drenched in blood, smiling. “Phoebe, I’vee to join


    you.”


    I recoiled in disgust, but he kept advancing.


    “Phoebe… I’m sorry; how about I join you and the kid in the afterlife?”


    I shouted back at him, “No! Stay away! You’ll taint my path to reincarnation.”


    His eyes brimming with tears, he said, “Phoebe, I’m sorry, ver knew how to love anyone else. I just


    wanted you to fall for me…”


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    “Get lost!” I screamed.


    In my struggle, I must have kicked something hard.


    My eyes snapped open, my breath quick, sweat beading on my forehead.


    As I came to, the daylight was already spilling into the room.


    Turning around, I saw Colin sitting on the floor, his fluffy head peeking out, eyes looking at me.


    innocently.


    “I…” What did I do to him?


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    “Phoebe… you kicked me.” Colin’s voice wasced with injury as he climbed onto the bed, taking my


    hand. “Rub it, it hurts.”


    Apparently, I had kicked him really hard. He was only wearing boxer shorts and ced my hand near


    his groin.


    I blushed furiously. What was he ying at this early in the morning?


    “Phoebe… it’s swollen.” He looked at me with puppy–dog eyes, implying my kick had left a mark.


    Sometimes, I really felt like calling the cops on him. Was he ying dumb or truly clueless?


    “You…” I warned him with a pointed finger to cut the act, but he just yfully bit my finger.


    I couldn’t be bothered with him and wanted to check my phone.


    “Phoebe… I’m starving.” And with that, he pinned me down and kissed me.


    I suspected he was deliberately stalling me from checking my phone, but I had no proof. Every time


    he’d pout, what could I do?


    “Phoebe…” He always liked to call my name in moments of passion.


    The sunlight was warm, filtering through the sheer curtains into the room.


    Everything felt like a dream, yet the flush in my cheeks and the heat coursing through my veins kept


    me acutely aware.


    I must be going mad.


    The phone buzzed incessantly, and I reached out, pushing Colin away with disdain.


    When did I put it on silent?


    The caller was an unknown number.


    “Where are you? It’s Ste. Why aren’t you answering mine or Robin’s calls? Dexter’s in trouble!”