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 Please check at N/ôvel(D)rama.Org.

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.”

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

I shot Neil a glare, but he simply smirked back at me, unfazed. His wounded lip, bitten by me, bore a few dark red marks that made him look all the more devilishly charming.

Any average person 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 gratitude.”

Russel’s words took me by surprise. What was going on?

The smile on Neil’s face faded slightly. He shot me a meaningful glance before letting out a cold, dismissive laugh. “Sure.”

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

Neil like a complete stranger, despite their previous close friendship,

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

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

The yard fell back 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.

It was late at night, and after a night of shocks and distress, I was exhausted, Seeing Russel cleaning up, I felt obligated to help.

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

The yard was dimly lit, and the smell of blood attracted swarms of mosquitoes. I was uncomfortable, but Russel seemed unfazed.

“I’ll help you,” I said, squatting next to him to help clean the blood-stained ground. The nauseating feeling was overwhelming.

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

I was soaked in sweat, and so was Russel. Sweat beads dotted his smooth forehead and even his eyelashes seemed damp, gleaming under the light.

“Every time you’re in danger, I’m always a step behind Neil. It’s my fault’ Russel finally broke the silence, his voice laced with self-reproach.

“No, no, no, Russel, it’s not your fault. You’re not obligated to protect me. You’ve done enough by pretending to be the father of my children,” I quickly countered.

“You 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 looked at me.

His stubbornness was something I had experienced before, only then, his obsession had been Bonnie.

I was too tired to argue and said, “I’m going to take a shower. You should head back to the hospital. Don’t worry about me.”

I turned and went inside. As soon as I entered the living room, I heard the front door open and close. Russel had left.

I paused, feeling hollow, and then took a shower before going to bed.

Norah returned the next day and was guilt-ridden when she learned about what had happened. She broke down in tears.

“Ms. Finch, I’m sorry. If I hadn’t taken the day off, you wouldn’t have been in danger!” Norah said remorsefully.

“It’s not your fault, Norah. No one knew a murderer would break into my house. We just need to be more cautious in the future,” I reassured her. I wouldn’t blame Norah for this. It wasn’t her fault, especially since she warned me.

Norah wiped her tears and quickly said, “Ms. Finch, I’ll go get some groceries. I’ll cook you something nutritious. Dr. Russel said you’ve lost weight and that I’m not taking good care of you!”

Before I could respond, Norah was out the door, off to get groceries.

I had been wearing myself thin recently, not getting enough rest. I had lost some weight and was starting to look like a scarecrow. Sometimes I caught my reflection and thought a gust of wind could knock me over.

“Serena, Brandon, come on, let’s go get some sunshine!”

It was about eight in the morning and the sun was gentle. It was good for babies to get some sunlight. It helped with their calcium absorption.

The two little ones were oblivious to what happened last night. They were happily basking in the sun, babbling away in their baby language.

But the peaceful moment was interrupted when the doorbell rang.