18 Floors Above the Apocalypse

Chapter 413

Jasper knew he had to walk a fine line, balancing relationships with the deftness of a tightrope walker. Both he and Stella had been through the wringer, twice over. They'd seen the darker side of human nature, and it left them wary. Stella eyed Jasper, concern clear in her gaze. "What if one day Rosie and I have a falling out over Arcadia? What then?"

It was a loaded question, without a doubt.

Jasper couldn't provide an answer to a hypothetical, and there was no standard response. "Stella, Arcadia is yours. Don't borrow trouble."

She didn't press him further. Why consume themselves with what-ifs? It would only lead to paranoia and unnecessary problems.

The world was in chaos. Continents collided, landscapes fell, and nothing was the same anymore.

The terrain shifted, ocean currents rerouted, and predictability became a thing of the past. In the morning, you'd drift east; by afternoon, the currents would veer south, changing moods like a temperamental child and keeping everyone on edge. Stella encountered various survivors at sea-lifeboats, makeshift rafts, kayaks, and life rings.

It was like a maritime free-for-all, everyone working their own kind of magic.

Some drifted away with the current, while others passed close by, slapping the sides of their lifeboats, crying out, "Help, help me!"

Blonde hair and blue eyes-no telling where that foreigner hailed from.

Stella had enough on her plate just keeping herself safe, so she turned a blind eye.

After days adrift, the tumult of the sea calmed, and the sun broke through the clouds. Stella pulled the curtains closed and took a midday nap.

By the time Rosie awoke, the lifeboat was securely on board a yacht, which floated serenely on the water's surface.

Stella emerged, stretched in the sunlight, and planted her feet on deck, so full of joy she couldn't help but jump around.

Cooper, previously wilted, sprang to life, wagging his tail and circling them with energetic barks. "Woof!"

They were alive again.

Adrift without a destination, they had no plans to cruise about in the yacht. They'd just float wherever the sea took them, saving a good deal on fuel.

But they didn't drop anchor either. The ocean's mystery was unsettling, and they feared a sudden catastrophe might not even afford them time to weigh anchor. With no wind or waves, the yacht crept along sluggishly.

glass of juice at her side. If life was a

one, offered to apply sunscreen to Stella, who giggled uncontrollably at the ticklish sensation.

and enjoying a relaxed lunch in the sea breeze, Stella retreated to her room for a

but Jasper was always cautious. He stayed on

to fish?" Stella asked,

Director Feng's study. It smacked of luxury, likely

fishing but was open to

for him, warning with a

"If I get dragged off

touched his chin affectionately and went

bed was a dream, rivaling the

about Jasper's safety, slipped into casual clothes and returned

there, and it looked like he'd

"Watch out!" Already too late, a fish leaped from the bucket, aiming straight for Stella's nose. Used to rough seas, her reflexes were sharp, and

into the bucket, water spraying onto the

on

moment of distraction, it

it. Since when were yellow croakers

the bucket with a net and peered

wasn't a yellow croaker; it was a

protruding jaw lined with serrated teeth and topped with a pair of

the stuff

was fierce. It thrashed against the

look. Is it a barracuda

was shocked to find it was indeed a yellow croaker, just grossly enlarged and deformed, making it

just ugly; it was wildly aggressive. It attacked anything

engaged

lean in,

back,

was determined to have the last

succumbed

but laugh. "Are you acting