Chapter 64
“What happened to the boat
50h mo, it’s Bachel‘
The people thing at hack of the isoat were thrown into a panic. They nearly slipped in themselves, but they were far rumpli from the water Herbs gripped the railing, and hearing the cries that Rachel had fallen overboard, he shot to his feet
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“How did this happen!” Sybill froze for a second, then immediately grinned, her voice dripping witle malice “How clumsy can you bee, falling ju the water at her sire! Thiestly, how useless can soumeone get?”
Kamzon, casually leaning against the side of the boat, added, “Yeah, what a meu”
He quickly glanced at his assistant, who had quicily returned, and his lips curved into a satisfied smirk. The plan was working, betit befour de vou
bask in his surCENS.
“George fellan to,“
What The scene erupted in confion everyone scrambling to their feet.
“What’s going on!”
“Help them”
“There’s a whirlpool in the waterf
Kamron tumed sharply to
to his assistant, demanding, “What’s going on here!!
The assistant, a faceless lackey until now, was starting to panic. This wasn’t just about a randon woman falling into the sea; George had gone into and that changed everything
The water, dark and swirling seemed to grow more ominous by the second.
They had purposely chosen a sea area with hidden currents, thinking a simple warning would be enough. Now, the situation was spiraling Underwater, Rachel fought for air.
She was afraid of water, but there was something different here. The current felt like an invisible hand, pulling her deeper unto the abyss. Was this how she was going to diet
There was too much left undone. She couldn’t die here.
She had a child on the way, a
a family who would be heartbroken.
With everything she had, she pushed against the water.
Then, suddenly, a strong hand grabbed her arm
She barely managed to lift her gaze, locking eyes with George
Before she could say more, a massive wave slammed into them. Rachel was kicked under, the darkness of the sea swallowing her consciousne
wait, they’re still aliver
Hachel drifted in and end
but faded, only able to sense herself being dragged abuig, her body too weak to fight.
consciosisness, bearing someone speak in Eastoran, but her body felt too heavy to respond. She tried to open her eyes
Not long after, the blacks and her again.
When she woke, a young foreign sy was sining nearby, staring at her with wile, cursus eyes. His features were unmistakably Southeast Asian- deep–set eprs, dark skin, and a bigla gaze that instantly lockel unto hers. “You’re awake” he exclaimed.
Where am If Rachel muttered, still groggy
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“Eastorant the girl replied, a mix of excitement and surprise. “You speak Eastoran?”
The girl beamed. “My mom said you’d be a foreigner who wouldn’t understand us, but you’re not a foreigner!”
Rachel laughed weakly.
It seemed she had been washed ashore, saved just in time–but to what! From the look of things, she was no longer in Southland but in an Eastoran region.
Do you speak Eastoran?”
Another voice, rough and familiar, cut through
Rachel turned to see George, sitting on the ground, looking confused and disheveled.
“George” she asked in disbelief
He raised an eyebrow. “Isn’t it common courtesy to thank the person who saved your life?
Rachel snorted. “If you hadn’t jumped in, I might have been just t
Alime
“Really? You think you’d be alive if I hadn’t jumped in Probably just shark food by now” George retorted.
Rachel was stunned, then sarcastically y shot back, “Who asked you to jump!”
George hesitated. Back then, he hadn’t even thought twice–seeing her fall, his immediate reaction was to jump after her. Looking back, it did seem a bit absurd
Before he could respond, Rachel’s face suddenly lit up with mock realization. “Oh right, the divorce papers are only half done. If I die now, you’ll be a widower. I bet you don’t like the sound of that, huh?”
George’s face turned a deep shade of red. He was seething, but unable to
le to say anything.
“Rachel,” he growled.
Rachel chuckled. “You don’t have to speak, but why say something that’s guaranteed to piss me off??
The young girl, clearly lost, looked at them in confusion. “What are you talking about?”
Rachel quickly pasted on a smile. Thank you so much for saving us. But, where exactly are wer
Do you
you have a phone! I need to call someone. This is Althera Island,” the young girl said, looking at them curiously. “We don’t have phones here… Who are you looking to help you? What are your names? We can go find the village chief if you need help”
“I am… George was about to speak when Rachel quickly covered his mouth with her hand, then awkwardly smiled at the girl. “We’re fishermen. Our boat capsized while we were out at sea. You must have a way for us to leave, riglu?”
George shot a glare at Rachel.
Rachel gave a look, like he was the biggest fool “You’re dying to let everyone know you’re rich, aren’t you? You’re not afraid that helping us might end up looking like a robbery?”
George fell silent immediately.
He knew Rachel was right.
Revealing their true identities would only make things more complicated.
“Ah, there are boats,” the girl said, after a moment of thought, her tone brightening. “Boats come from the outside every month, but the last one left yesterday. You’ll have to wait a month for the next one.”
“What?” Rachel gasped in disbelief. They couldn’t be that unlucky, could they?
George thought for a moment, then muttered, “They must have seen me fall into the water. They’ll find a way to resc
Rachel nodded, catching on quickly. “Exactly. Herbs will definitely find a way to save me”
To rescue rise. I trust Mortimer.”
Her voice was so confident, and the trust she placed in Herb made George feel an uncomfortable twinge in his chest
It seemed like Herbs mattered to her far more than he did,
George thought, ‘Has she really changed so much?
Had her feelings for Herb been real all along? Was she just as distant now as she used to be close!
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The girl’s parents, it seemed, were out fishing, and wouldn’t return for at least a day.
Exhausted, George sat down, his clothes a mess.
Rachel, unable to resist, walked over and chuckled. “Well, well, Mr. Fox, the man who never gets his hands dirty, has finally hit a rough patch.”
