Reborn, Reawakened, Rekindled novel Chapter 465

I was stunned.

If it was due to work, I indeed couldn't ask someone to leave directly, as the stakes were too high.

Moreover, this project also involved Mitch.

"So what should I do? My family's life will be threatened after he gets out of the hospital." I was getting annoyed, and I threw the question at Neil.

Neil's answer was nonchalant, "We'll cross that bridge when we come to it."

I found it amusing, "Aren't you worried that the lunatic will harm Hiram?"

As soon as I mentioned Hiram, Neil's careless attitude changed, and his tone became cold and severe, "If he dares to do so, I'll make sure he won't have a place to rest in peace!"

"What about me? I have kids too!" I challenged.

"Don't you have Russel?" Neil's words made me understand his meaning instantly. He wouldn't leave Eldoria, nor would he stay away from me. My safety should be Russel's responsibility.

I didn't know what I was feeling at this moment, but it was extremely uncomfortable.

Neil cared more about Karina and Hiram's safety, which I naturally understood. But if my danger was due to him, and he didn't take responsibility, it would upset me.

"Neil, you really are my curse. Please stay away from me in the future." I didn't want him to say more and asked him to leave, "You can go now."

Neil didn't leave.

I ignored him and lay down on the hospital bed. I pulled up the blanket, ready to take a nap.

But I felt a shadow approaching. When I opened my eyes, Neil had stood up. He leaned over, his hands propped up on both sides of my shoulders, creating a sense of entrapment.

I looked at those eyes close to me in astonishment, "Neil, what are you doing?"

"Did Louis touch you anywhere?" Neil's eyes narrowed. That was a look I recognized. It was dangerous.

"Are you crazy?!" I was both angry and speechless, "What does that have to do with you? Besides, he only ripped my clothes!"

If Louis had succeeded, I would have stabbed him with a knife while Neil was beating him.

Neil seemed to be contemplating something, and I slapped him hard, leaving a clear handprint on his fair face.

He tilted his head, the handprint on his cheek made a striking contrast.

"Alright, then there's no problem." Neil seemed to have been awakened by my slap. He got up and gently touched the side of his face that had been slapped.

I really didn't know if there was something wrong with his brain.

However, it was at this moment that Russel's voice came, cold and deep, "What are you guys doing?"

I looked in astonishment at the entrance of the ward.

I was looking at Russel standing by the bed in silence, feeling very flustered. We seldom had this kind of feeling, and the room was very quiet for a moment.

Before I could figure out what was going on, Russel had seized my hands. I was unable to move, and his lips kissed mine. Unlike Neil's faint taste of cigarettes and mint, his was a light lemon flavor.

I was stunned, and even though I tried to break free, I was helpless. Russel usually respected me, but when he got physical, I still didn't stand a chance.

He gnawed at my lips, gentle but slightly rough. I felt pain several times, but he didn't give me a chance to protest.

It wasn't until his hand started to heat up, as if he couldn't resist some urge, and slipped into my clothes, that I fiercely slapped him.

It was even harder than when I slapped Neil!

With a crisp sound, the slap echoed in the ward, immediately stopping Russel's next action. He froze, and at this close distance, our eyes met, and the impulse in his eyes seemed to clear up.

I clenched my teeth, my eyes welling up, and glared at Russel.

Seeing me cry, he seemed puzzled. He removed his hand from me and stood by the bed, looking down at me, "Why? I'm better than him, aren't I? But why are you still entangled with him?"

"Is that what I want?!" I questioned, on the verge of breakdown, "Didn't I avoid him? Didn't I move? Didn't I publicly acknowledge you as my husband to the outside world? All of this was to avoid Neil's harassment, but it's useless. Russel, you can't blame all of this on me. Given the circumstances, only if I die will Neil stop bothering me."

Russel stared at me intently, his lips a vibrant red from our recent kiss, reminiscent of a poisonous poppy.

Tears cascaded down my cheeks. Neil's actions had already left me feeling unsettled to the core, and Russel's way of expressing his displeasure was more than I could bear!