Reborn, Reawakened, Rekindled

Chapter 394

Russel exhaled a

of relief as he took my hand, “I had a chat with Karina downstairs. If you ever need me, just call, and I’ll be right back.”

He was honest about it, not hiding the fact that he had spent time with Karina.

I said nothing, not feeling jealous or discontent. I was just somewhat puzzled. What could they have possibly discussed? What common ground did they share?

Once we returned to our room, Russel noticed my silence. Assuming I was scared, he brought me water and comforted me.

Still, his tender gestures didn’t make me feel any better.

“Russel, what did you talk about with Karina?” I finally asked.

Russel looked surprised, and a smile played on his lips, “Why? Are you jealous? Or are you worried that we’re plotting something?”

I found his assumption strange, I was merely curious about their conversation, not suspecting any conspiracy.

Seeing my bewilderment, Russel ruffled my hair, “Don’t worry. There’s nothing going on between us. She just wanted to talk about Serena and Brandon. She’s a bit paranoid and thinks Brandon looks like Neil. She keeps asking me for reassurance.”

Serena and Brandon was no surprise. When I first saw that Hiram looked so much like Neil, I had my doubts

should rest. I’ll sleep on the couch.” Russel spoke

the elevator

next day offered a couple of choices. The choices were diving together to catch seafood and preparing a meal from our catch, or engaging in activities like rock

It had been a while since

of staff, we boarded a yacht. Each couple had their own yacht.

a time and even

gather as much seafood as possible.” I joked with Russel, “We don’t want to go hungry at

in his wetsuit, carrying an oxygen tank. After giving me an okay sign,

some clams and caught a shrimp the size of my palm. I returned to

sense of freedom swimming like a fish. After wandering

as I was swimming up, I felt something swimming below me. I soon found I couldn’t move as my ankle was

rope.

wetsuit was a different color than mine. It was rosy red. I waved desperately, hoping she would notice me. She did, but after a glance, she swam away, leaving only

swim back down to cut the rope. But without any tools underwater, it was a daunting task. The rope was thick, not some

thin line.

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and wondered where Russel was, and if he would have

if he dived down, it would have probably been too late.

found a sharp rock on the seabed and tried to cut the rope. When that failed, I found a piece of broken glass. That was my lifeline! Just as my oxygen was about to run out, I managed to sever the rope. My hand was cut in the process, but seeing my blood disperse

I heard my name,