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.

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

clenched. “You’re hurt.

at Neil’s left

his wound, he frowned but didn’t seem overly concerned. “Hmm, he got

dropped off Daisy, you should’ve gone to the hospital. You’ve lost a lot of blood and what if the wound gets infected?” I was getting frustrated, whether from seeing all the blood or worrying

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

an adult and get your wound

by his sides. He looked tired, but there was a hint of a

I wasn’t sure if he was just resting or if he had really passed out.

called

respond, his face growing paler. My heart pounded. Could he be dying?

louder, but still,

I didn’t know if a wound there

to him and gently

respond. He looked like… a corpse.

to check

opened his eyes, a glint of mischief in them. He grabbed my wrist,

waist, and I ended up sprawled on his chest,

tried to get up, but his

making his smirk appear all the more sinister. “Technically, it would be better if I died, then no one would bother you anymore.”

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

got hurt saving you, so shouldn’t you be

away, but Neil let out a pained grunt, “If you move, my wound will open up again.