CHAPTER 55

"Sophia…" Dexter seemed to be restraining himself as he lowered his head to kiss my neck.

I wanted to avoid it, but there was nowhere to hide.

"We are husband and wife…" It was like he was telling me, reaffirming our relationship, yet also reminding himself.

I felt he was a bit of a lunatic. It's hard to change his thoughts. I could only slowly influence him.

"Let's sleep, you're delirious from the fever…" I tried to coax him to sleep, but he remained indifferent. He held onto my hands and gazed into my eyes.

"Sophia…" he called my name.

"I like you," he confessed.

My heart skipped a beat. Since being reincarnated, my thoughts had always been on the murderer.

I just wanted to find out the murderer and seek revenge on Damien and Juliet.

Toward Dexter, I felt more pity, wariness, and suspicion. I won't fall in love again.

Besides, Dexter was confessing to Sofia, not me, Sophia.