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.

thicker, the sleeve of his shirt

heart clenched. “You’re hurt. Your

pointed at Neil’s left

to examine it. Upon seeing his wound, he frowned but didn’t seem overly

to the hospital. You’ve lost a lot of blood and what if the

Despite his injury, he seemed in good spirits. “Are you worried about me?”

act like an adult and get your wound treated at the hospital?” I was exasperated. He was being incredibly childish.

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

I wasn’t sure if he

I called

paler. My heart pounded.

you asleep?” I asked louder,

didn’t know if a wound there could

over to him and gently nudged him,

still didn’t respond. He looked like… a corpse.

out to check

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

and I ended up sprawled on his chest, his eyes smoldering as they met

to get up, but his grip tightened, pinning

His face was still pale, making his smirk appear all the more sinister. “Technically, it would be better if I died, then no one would

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

saving you, so shouldn’t

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