CHAPTER 45

"It's raining. Why didn't you seek shelter?"

I ran to the bench where Dexter was sitting and pulled him toward the mall to seek shelter from the rain.

"You didn't ask me to leave… So, I kept waiting," he said, staring straight at me with a sincere look in his eyes.

I was taken aback. For some reason, my head suddenly started to hurt really badly.

At that moment, it felt as if we knew each other. He seemed so familiar.

"Sophia, you won't lie to me, right?" He sounded a little nervous and seemed as if he was seeking some sort of confirmation.

The light rain wet his hair. His face was extremely captivating.

"Put on these shoes," I said, lowering my head as my voice cracked. He was really enchanting.

Maybe he was adept at deluding others. So, even the police didn't think that he was a murderer.