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.”

first saw that Hiram looked so much like Neil,

had a scare today. You should rest. I’ll sleep

nodded. It was late and the issue about the elevator accident could have

choices. The choices were diving together to catch seafood and preparing a meal from our catch, or engaging in activities like rock climbing and

diving. It had been a while since I

we boarded a yacht. Each couple had their own

had been fascinated with it for a time and even dived with Stella. Today, she and Mitch chose

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

already in his wetsuit, carrying an oxygen tank. After giving me an okay sign, we both dived into the water, leaving a staff member in charge of the

the size of my palm. I

but also the sense of freedom swimming like a fish. After wandering around underwater for a

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

rope.

could tell that it was a woman from her build. Her wetsuit was a different color than mine. It was rosy red. I waved desperately, hoping she

But without any tools underwater, it was a daunting task. The rope was

thin line.

1

Russel was, and if

it would

to stay calm, I 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 in the water, I bore the

broke the surface, I heard my name, “Irene