He Didn’t Look for Me Until I Was Dead (by Durrin) novel Chapter 45

Chapter 45

A growing sense of confusion and bewilderment appeared in Reginald’s eyes.

I decided to tell him everything in one breath, summarizing the whole story: “In my previous life. I married Calvin, and after being killed by this serial killer, I woke up to find myself back in my senior year of high school.”

Reginald was stunned for a moment, as if struggling to comprehend everything I had just said.

After a long pause, he finally raised his hand and gestured, “You mean, he killed you?”

I nodded gravely, my expression serious: “Yes, and his methods were brutal.

Seeing this, Reginald’s expression grew heavy as well.

He reached out and pulled me into his arms, and I could feel his heart pounding in his chest. filled with fear and anxiety.

There were too many variables in this situation: first, the timeline had moved forward by several years; second, now Reginald was by my side.

My own heart was also filled with unease.

I was afraid that, just like the explosion in my senior year, no matter how hard I tried to prevent it, I would still be unable to change my fate.

If even Reginald were to suffer misfortune, what would I do…

The thought alone sent a chill through my heart.

Suddenly, I felt Reginald tighten his arms around me, and only then did I realize that I was actually trembling.

The killer’s whereabouts were unknown, but one thing was certain he didn’t seem to have time to kill us right now.

I gestured to Reginald: “We need to escape as soon as possible.”

He nodded at me, but his eyes were filled with disappointment: “All the windows in this house have been sealed shut. I’m afraid we’ll have to wait until the killer comes back to open the door before we can find an opportunity.”

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Since the killer was arrogant enough not to even tie us up, it showed that he was absolutely confident that the environment here could keep us trapped.

I nodded in deep agreement, indicating my consent.

The killer did not return for the entire night.

Reginald and I leaned on each other, enduring the chilly night together.

When the first ray of morning light filtered through the crack in the window.

The door was opened once again.

The middle–aged man had changed into a raincoat, which made my heart skip a beat.

He changed into a raincoat so that when blood splattered, it wouldn’t stain his everyday clothes.

He was clearly planning to make a move on us.

Obviously, Reginald realized this as well.

He continued to shield me behind him, standing firmly in front of me.

But when the killer saw this, a mocking smile appeared on his face, and then he pointed at me.

I couldn’t hear what he said, but I could sense that he meant to take me away first.

Reginald didn’t back down a single step, and in the end, I didn’t know what he said.

I just saw the killer nod his head.

Then, Reginald turned to me and signed: “I’ll go out with him first. When you get the chance, run outside and don’t look back.”

His expression was calm, as if relieved that the killer didn’t understand sign language and had no idea what we were saying.

I was stunned for a moment and asked, “What about you?”

Reginald’s lips curled into that familiar roguish smile: “Of course I have a way to get out.‘

After signing, he stared intently into my eyes.

It wasn’t until I nodded that Reginald seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, squeezed my hand, and then turned to follow the killer out.

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