Reborn In a Murderer’s Embrace

I kept my head down, silent. This archalc mindset that a daughter isn’t a true scion of the Langley family bloodline? Please.

Brendan had left after paying his respects, Instructing his assistant to escort Colin and me to

rest.

Along the way, Colin held my hand firmly. I thought he was putting on a show and tried to pull away, but his grip was unyielding.

“The old house’s haunted.” Colin blurted suddenly.

A shiver ran down my spine, and I instinctively hid behind him, gripping his arm tightly. “Whol are you trying to scare…”

As someone who’s had died once, I suppose I’m even more afraid of ghosts.

Colin just lifted the corner of his mouth in a half–smile and said nothing, allowing me to cling to his arm as we moved forward.

It wasn’t until we reached an ancient–looking house that he finally spoke again. “Our baby, boy or girl, doesn’t matter. What’s important is their health.”

I eyed him suspiciously. Lately, he was acting more and more like a normal person – unnervingly so.

“Click.”

Suddenly, the door creaked, and I clung to his arm even tighter, afraid to look around.

Colin led me into the room and flicked on the light.

The electrical in this old mountain house were dodgy, the lights flickering on and off. The room looked as though it hadn’t been touched in years.

“This place looks like it was bought by a film crew to shoot a horror movie,” I commented as I surveyed the surroundings. “Where’s my room?”

The assistant glanced at Colin and whispered, “Madam, are you sure you don’t want to share a room with Young Master? Your room is next door, but someone… well, someone took their own life in there years ago.”

I took a deep breath and headed straight for Colin’s room, pointing to the haunted one. “You can sleep there.”

“I’m scared,” Colin said with a pout.

Left with no choice, I ended up sharing a room with him, and there was only one bed.

“It’s so cold up here on the mountain,” I muttered under my breath. Exclusive © content by N(ô)ve/l/Drama.Org.

Without a word, Colin lay beside me and pulled me into his embrace. “This is warmer.”

I wanted to resist, but it did feel warmer, and his body was so comforting.

“The Langleys used to be a family of herbalists, starting out with apothecaries and clinics before becoming one of the first to dive into commerce. Over generations, they amassed a fortune, and this old house is the Langley family estate. The Langleys are all buried here,” Colin whispered.

The whole place felt like it was seeping cold air.

So, this old house was essentially the Langley family crypt.

“Don’t be afraid, I’ll protect you,” Colin tightened his embrace, and for the rest of the night, he was surprisingly well–behaved, just holding me for warmth without any other intentions.

Perhaps I was too exhausted, but I fell asleep without any other thoughts.

And I slept well, more peacefully than I had since my parents died in a car accident.

The next morning, I woke to find Colin gone.

I bolted upright and ran outside to look for him. There he was, standing in the courtyard bathed in sunlight, mesmerizing.

“We need to head back to Sea City as soon as possible. There’s been trouble with the Langleys,” the assistant Eric murmured.

“What happened?” I felt a knot in my stomach.

“Young Master Samuel… he’s been in an accident, involved in an armed robbery overseas. He’s badly injured and comatose. It’s uncertain if he’ll wake up,” the assistant Eric said, stealing a glance at Colin.

Colin just stood there, his expression impassive and unreadable, giving nothing away.