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.”

as simple as that?” Neil chimed in, his tone suggestive and challenging.

Neil a glare, but he simply smirked back at me, unfazed. His wounded lip, bitten by me, bore

would have lost their cool, sparking an argument. But this time, Russel didn’t react. He simply walked over, put an arm around me, and calmly said to Neil, “Thanks for protecting my wife. If you’re available, we’d like to invite you to dinner as a token of our

me by surprise.

on Neil’s face faded slightly. He shot me a meaningful glance

need to handle the situation here.” Russel

a complete stranger, despite their

into danger again and again, Russel. What good are you?” Nel spat out

face turned ashen. He always blamed himself for not taking good care of me, and Neil’s words were

blood and the two of us.

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

rest,” Russel told me. He was on his knees, scrubbing

attracted swarms of mosquitoes. I was uncomfortable, but Russel

next to him to help clean

didn’t respond. He worked efficiently and silently. We cleaned for about an hour before the yard was somewhat

in sweat, and so was Russel. Sweat beads dotted his smooth forehead and even

It’s my fault’

Russel, it’s not your fault. You’re not obligated to protect me. You’ve done enough by pretending to be the father of

know I want to be more than just their pretend father. I want to truly love them as my own,” Russel stood up, his gaze intense as he

before,