Reborn, Reawakened, Rekindled

Chapter 484

My jaw dropped. How did Neil get in?

Sure, he knew the front gate code to enter the yard, but I was certain I had locked the living room door.

I swiftly rose to open the door, and there he was, standing right outside.

“How did you get in?” The thought of a murderer sneaking into my house had spooked me, and now I was wary even of Neil.

Neil turned and made his way towards the living room. Puzzled, I trailed behind him only to find the living room door wide open, bathing the room in a silvery moonlight.

He was still in his bloody clothes, looking oddly sophisticated yet freakish, especially with the way he was peering at the door. It made me inexplicably nervous.

“Did it scare you silly?” Neil finally broke the silence, “Why didn’t you lock the door?”

I was taken aback. Had I forgotten to lock the living room door when I went to the bedroom?

Perhaps the events of the night had shaken me too much, leaving my mind in chaos.

I stammered, “Um… I forgot. How’s Daisy? Is it okay?”

“It’s still at the vet. It’ll have to stay for a while but luckily, its thick fur protected its vital organs,” Neil replied, then looked at me and asked, “Are you sure you’re not hurt?”

I nodded. I wasn’t injured, just mentally and emotionally overwhelmed.

The blood on Neil’s left forearm seemed thicker, the sleeve of his shirt clinging to it. It looked like he’d been

heart clenched. “You’re hurt. Your arm…”

pointed at Neil’s left

frowned but didn’t seem overly concerned. “Hmm, he got me good, but can handle

dropped off Daisy, you should’ve gone to the hospital. You’ve lost a lot of blood and what if the wound gets

at my concern, his eyebrow arching. Despite his injury, he seemed

am! You got hurt saving me, Neil. Can you please act like an adult and get your wound treated at the hospital?” I was exasperated. He was being

but there was a hint of a smile on his lips, “Is it

sure if he was just resting or

I called out.

growing paler. My heart

louder,

began to panic. I wasn’t a doctor. I didn’t know if a wound there

over to him and gently nudged

didn’t respond. He

reached out to check his

as I was about to touch him, he suddenly opened his eyes, a glint of mischief in them. He grabbed my

other arm wrapped around my waist, and I ended up sprawled on his chest, his eyes smoldering as

but his grip

smirk appear all the more sinister. “Technically, it

more embarrassed than angry as I shouted, “Let go of me. Let me

you, so shouldn’t you be

a pained grunt, “If you move, my wound will open