CHAPTER 49

"Dexter, have you ever killed someone?" I asked under the dim lights.

He paused and looked at me intensely, neither answering nor denying.

"Go to sleep," he said, pulling back the covers for me to slip into.

I hesitated for a moment but eventually crawled in.

It was raining outside, and the room felt a bit cold. I hated the cold… Whenever it got cold, my muscles would tense up as if I was shivering.

I understood that I was someone who lacked a sense of security and love.

It was because of this lack of love that I had loved Damien for so many years in the past.

My love for Damien, perhaps, was just to fill the emptiness in my heart.

Honestly, everyone was selfish. Who could truly be selfless and live solely for one person in their heart and mind?

Take Damien, for example. He appeared to love Juliet so much, yet he did so many disgusting things to me.

Recalling those past experiences, it was truly nauseating….