Reborn In a Murderer’s Embrace (Dexter and Phoebe) novel Chapter 303

"Pretty good," Dexter nodded, trying to take my hand.

I sidestepped Dexter's advance, standing there with an indifferent air.

Dexter looked down, then turned to descend the stairs.

"Dexter," I called after him, a question forming on my lips. "Why do you think I'm Phoebe?"

He paused mid-step, turned to look at me. "Because you are..."

"And what if tomorrow someone else claims she's Phoebe? How would you choose then?" I scoffed.

Dexter hesitated. "That won't happen. I'd recognize you."

Would he really?

Colin would recognize me in a heartbeat.

But Dexter? I wasn't so sure.

If Melody and Damian's scheme actually worked, would Colin and Dexter still recognize me?

Would they trust me?

Dexter opened his mouth to say something but then just bowed his head and continued downstairs.

Just as I was about to follow, the nanny, Wendy, grabbed me, eyeing me questioningly.

"Phoebe dear, the cherry tree on Celebration Street is in bloom..."

I stared at Wendy, perplexed. What did she mean?

Seeing my confusion, Wendy quickly let go and retreated into a more formal tone. "Miss, it's time for breakfast."

As Wendy left, my legs felt stiff.

The cherry tree on Celebration Street is in bloom?

It sounded like a code.

Was she speaking in code to Phoebe or Foebe?

Was the nanny a double agent?

"Miss, try this sea bass, it's your favorite," Wendy said during dinner, placing the steamed fish in front of me.

I frowned slightly. She knew I didn't eat sea bass...

Seeing I didn't touch it, Wendy spoke again. "Miss, the weather's warming up. Maybe you and Mr. Fitzgerald could get some fresh air, admire the tulips. They're quite lovely."

"It's not him; it's me," I said, resting my fork and glaring at Melody. "The sight of you makes me sick. I can't eat."

"Foebe Larson!" Melody stood up in rage.

"Dexter, she's so aggressive..." I feigned distress, clutching Dexter's arm.

Dexter was taken aback, but then he told Melody, "Phoebe is the lady of this house."

Melody took a deep breath, clearly restraining herself. "Fine, I'll go."

As soon as Melody left, I immediately let go of Dexter, wiping my hands as if disgusted.

Dexter sighed, resigned, and didn't say anything more, just kept serving me food.

"Stop it, I don't want anything you've touched." I ate the egg, sipped some soup, then stood up. "I'm going for a walk. Don't follow me."

Dexter stood, as if to say something. He followed me to the door, and seeing my angry glare, he whispered, "Put on a jacket. It's still a bit chilly outside."

I didn't respond, so Dexter took off his own jacket and carefully draped it over my shoulders.

I thought he was pathetic. I had been so good to him before, and he discarded me like trash.

Now, he was cautious even in being kind to me.