Reborn, Reawakened, Rekindled

Chapter 486

As had expected, Hell was brimming with resentment

The doorbell was still ringing, becoming increongly inset you need t answer the door

“You’re back!” I was taken aback at the sight of pose. Not be working the night onfe Why was he back at this hour?

Russel grabbed my shoulders, scanning me from top to bottom, his voice filled with concern. “Are you hurt? I heard there was a break-in and someone for so I rushed home.”

His eyes then fell on the bloodied yard, glaringly visible under the lamplight. As a coster Russel was particularly sensitive to such scenes, and his face drained of color

Neil stepped out, locking gazes with Pussel from a few feet away, Sacs seret fy between them. The tension was palpable even in their silence

But if it wasn’t for Russel’s timely arrival, I wouldn’t know what else this lunatic Nell might have done.

His words were spot on: someone like him might be better off gone for good for me

Within 24 hours, Russel had encountered Neill at my place twice. No doubt his fastation was at boiling point.

Even the most composed individuals would have trouble tolerating such repeated incidents.

Russel’s eyes were like shards of ice, but he didn’t utter a word. His silence made me uneasy, I couldn’t explain the situation, so I simply said, ‘A fugitive broke into the house Neil saved me. I was just tending to his wound.”

chimed in, his tone suggestive

at me, unfazed. His wounded lip, bitten by me, bore a few dark red marks that made him look all the

around me, and calmly said to Neil, “Thanks for protecting my wife. If you’re

surprise.

slightly. He shot me a meaningful glance

handle the situation here.” Russel smiled politely, treating

despite

let your ‘wife fall into danger again and again, Russel. What good are you?” Nel spat out bitterly before

care of me, and Neil’s

into silence, leaving only the heavy stench of blood and the two of us. Before I could say anything, Russel had already started cleaning the bloody mess.

late at night, and after a night of shocks and distress, I was

me. He was on his knees,

the smell of blood attracted swarms of mosquitoes. I was uncomfortable, but Russel seemed

help clean the blood-stained ground. The nauseating feeling was

for about an

his smooth forehead and even his eyelashes seemed damp, gleaming under the light.

my fault’

it’s not your fault. You’re not obligated to protect me. You’ve done enough by pretending to

want to truly love them as my

something I had experienced before, only then, his obsession