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.”

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

You should rest. I’ll sleep on the

and the issue about the elevator accident could have been dealt with by the hotel staff later.

choices. The choices were diving together to catch seafood and preparing a meal from our catch, or engaging

diving. It had been a while since I

couple had

decent diver. I had been fascinated with it for a time and even dived

dive, we don’t have to stay together. Try to gather as much seafood as possible.” I joked with Russel,

was 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 my

catch but also the sense of freedom swimming like a fish. After wandering around underwater for a while, I decided to go back

soon found I couldn’t move as my ankle was tangled in some sort

rope.

was a woman from her build. Her wetsuit was a different color than mine. It was rosy red. I waved desperately, hoping she would notice

running low and tried to swim back down to cut the rope. But without any tools underwater,

thin line.

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used up more oxygen. Soon I felt weak and wondered where Russel was,

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

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