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.”

seemed plausible. Karina’s suspicion about Serena and Brandon was no surprise. When I first saw that Hiram looked so much like Neil,

you’ve had a scare today. You should rest. I’ll

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

diving together to catch seafood and preparing a meal from our catch, or engaging in

It had been a while

we boarded a yacht. Each couple had their own yacht. Once out at sea, we began to dive. Lunch was served onboard.

been fascinated with it for a time and even dived with Stella.

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

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

clams and caught a shrimp the size of

freedom swimming like a fish. After wandering around underwater for

below me. I soon found I couldn’t

rope.

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

felt my oxygen running low and tried to swim back down to cut the rope. But without any tools underwater, it was a daunting task. The rope was thick, not

thin line.

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

if he dived down, it would have probably been

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