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 that Hiram looked

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

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

to catch seafood and preparing a meal from our catch, or

diving. It had been a while since I

Each couple had their own yacht. Once out at sea,

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

to gather as much seafood as possible.” I

oxygen tank. After giving me an okay sign, we both dived

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

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 to go back up due to

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

rope.

I could tell that it was a woman from her build. Her wetsuit was a different color than mine. It was rosy

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

thin line.

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and wondered where Russel was, and if he

would have probably been too late.

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,