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.

my eye. The blood on Neil’s left forearm seemed thicker, the

“You’re hurt. Your arm…”

pointed at Neil’s

seeing his wound, he frowned but didn’t seem overly concerned. “Hmm, he got me good, but can handle it.”

blood and what if the wound gets infected?” I was getting frustrated, whether from seeing all the blood or worrying about Neil’s injury.

arching. Despite his injury, he seemed in good spirits. “Are you worried

Can you please act like an adult and get your wound treated

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

he let out a sigh and closed his eyes I wasn’t sure if he was just resting or if he had really passed out.

I called

paler. My heart pounded. Could he be dying?

Are you asleep?” I asked louder, but still, he didn’t

doctor. I didn’t know

over to him and gently nudged

didn’t respond. He looked

I reached out to check his breath.

eyes, a glint of mischief in them. He grabbed my wrist, and with no warning, I fell onto the couch, onto him.

ended up sprawled on his chest, his eyes smoldering as

I tried to get up, but his grip tightened, pinning

was still pale, making his smirk appear all the more sinister. “Technically, it would be

mind?” I was more embarrassed than angry as I shouted, “Let go of me.

so shouldn’t

let out a pained grunt, “If you move, my