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

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

walked over, put an arm around me, and calmly said to Neil, “Thanks for protecting my

surprise. What was going on?

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

you can leave. I need to handle the situation here.” Russel smiled politely, treating

complete stranger, despite their previous

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

good care of me, and

the two of us. Before I could say anything, Russel had

and after a night of shocks and distress, I was exhausted, Seeing

should rest,” Russel told me. He was on his knees, scrubbing the bloodstains from the

and the smell of blood attracted swarms of mosquitoes.

help clean the

and silently. We cleaned for about

was Russel. Sweat beads dotted his smooth forehead and even his eyelashes seemed

in danger, I’m always a step behind Neil. It’s my fault’

no, no, Russel, it’s not your fault. You’re not obligated to protect me. You’ve done enough by pretending to be

pretend father. I want to truly love

experienced before, only then,