The Bound Between Us

Chapter 735

Herman barely remembered the janitor. Before he could utter a word, Sandy smiled at the janitor and said, "We've checked out, you can go ahead and clean the room now." Sandy didn't quite catch the janitor's question; she just assumed he was asking if he could tidy up their room. With that, she wheeled Herman away. The janitor watched them leave, puzzled, muttering, "Isn't that gentleman supposed to be staying upstairs?" He shrugged it off and went on to clean the room Sandy had vacated, then headed upstairs to clean the room Herman had booked. Herman had initially reserved the room for a whole month and hadn't checked out yet. Nelson and Dailey were both at the hospital, so no one had been back at the hotel for days. The janitor couldn't open the door; he rang the bell, but there was no answer, so he moved on.

of locals had gathered. Word had spread about a body found in the river, drawing a curious crowd. The rescue team pulled the body from the water, but it was hard to recognize. The deceased had been in the water too long, leaving the body bloated and unrecognizable. Anastasia stumbled forward, relieved to see it was a woman-not Herman. Yet, a wave of sympathy crashed over her; she'd witnessed too much death lately. Christen said, "Ma'am, it's not Mr. Salstrom." "I can see that," Anastasia replied, her face pale. She scanned the horizon, her heart heavy with sorrow, whispering, "Herman, where are you? Where on earth are you?" She couldn't find him anywhere. If

Christen gently suggested. "The wind's strong here, and you've been awake for two days straight. If you keep going like this, you'll collapse before Mr. Salstrom is found." "I'm okay, I can manage," Anastasia forced a smile, her eyes determined. "Herman's out there waiting for me. He might be somewhere waiting for us to find him. I won't give up." Despite the exhaustion and her body's discomfort aches, swollen

missing-Herman was one of them. The lack of news about Herman, combined with exhaustion, finally took its toll-Anastasia collapsed. That day, she and Christen had split up to search. In a nearby village downstream, she suddenly felt dizzy, her vision darkening, and fainted. Before she completely blacked out, she glimpsed a familiar figure rushing toward her, calling her name: "Anastasia, Anastasia..." The figure was blurry,