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.”

surprise. When I first saw

a scare today. You should rest. I’ll sleep on the couch.” Russel

really tired.” I nodded. It was late and the issue about the

seafood and preparing a meal from our

a while since I tried it.

also an experienced diver. Following the guidance of staff, we boarded a yacht. Each couple had their own yacht. Once out at

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

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

After giving me an okay sign, we both dived into the

the size of my palm. I

joy of diving was not only about the catch but also the sense of freedom swimming like a fish. After wandering around underwater for a while, I decided

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

rope.

a different color than mine. It was rosy red. I waved desperately, hoping

swim back down to cut the rope. But without any tools underwater, it was a daunting task. The rope was thick,

thin line.

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where Russel was, and if he would have noticed my absence and come

if he dived down, it would have probably been too

broken glass. That was my lifeline! Just as my oxygen was