Reborn, Reawakened, Rekindled novel Chapter 59

"Childish." Neil said coldly, changing into a black down jacket and a matching knit beanie before heading out.

I followed him outside, wrapping my scarf tight around my neck before I started rolling snowballs. The snow was freezing and my hands quickly turned red. A servant brought me some gloves which I wore as I continued my snowball craft. Neil, on the other hand, just stood there.

"I asked you to build a snowman with me, not watch me do it," I said unhappily.

"Do you still see yourself as a three year old?" Neil shot back, clearly annoyed. "You're too old for this childishness, why build a snowman?"

Did he also complain when he was building snowmen with Bonnie in my past life? I angrily picked up a chunk of snow and smashed it mercilessly on Neil. He brushed off the snow and returned fire. Our snowball fight had begun. But Neil was stronger and had better aim than me. I kept missing while he always hit his mark.

I was a sore loser. While Neil was bending down to gather snow, I threw a snowball that hit him square on the head. He grunted and glared at me, "Irene!"

"Come hit me then!" I provoked him, laughing triumphantly.

Neil picked up a basketball-sized snowball and was about to throw it at me when I rushed towards him and clung to his waist, looking up at him. "Go on, kill me so you can marry Bonnie."

Snowflakes fell on my face, my eyelashes, and the ends of Neil's hair. He looked at me, his eyes piercingly beautiful. The atmosphere seemed to freeze. Although I had loved Neil for ten years and we had made love, this kind of innocent teasing was a first. I wasn't sure if I purposely acted before Bonnie could, or if I was trying to make up for my pitiful past self.

"Cheater," Neil finally looked away, looking slightly uncomfortable. He dropped the snowball and I quickly let go of him.

Neil went back to the room, leaving me lost in thought in the freezing outside. It took me a while to snap out of it and prepare to continue building a snowman, but I gave up after a short while.

I was so cold that I had to take a hot bath to warm up. Lying in bed, I checked the security footage on my phone, looking at the recording of Neil and I having a snowball fight.

Under the dim light, amidst the falling snow, I was wearing a white sweater, a black scarf, looking up at Neil with my arms around his waist. He was holding a snowball above his head, looking down at me. If I hadn't already died once, I would have been completely smitten by this romantic scene.

What was he thinking at that time? Was he wishing that it was Bonnie in his arms and not me? I couldn't help but take a screenshot and set it as my lock screen wallpaper.

I eventually drifted into a deep sleep, not even noticing Russell's phone call. It wasn't until the next day when I woke up and saw the missed call that I quickly returned it.

"I need your help," Russel said.

"What kind of help?" I was still a bit groggy, my voice sounding lazy.

"Let's talk in person." Russel arranged a meeting place and time in a very assertive manner, then hung up the phone on me.

Confused, I got up and looked out of the window. There was a thick layer of snow on the balcony railing, reflecting the sunlight.

I almost dropped the biscuit I was holding. He called me over to cat-sit.

"I don't know how to take care of cats." I shook my head.

"He's a good boy. Just feed him and play with him," Russel walked over and pushed the cat into my arms.

The cat nuzzled against me. He was indeed well-behaved. Russel then brought out another box full of cat food and toys. "Let's go downstairs."

With no other option, I carried Boomer downstairs. Russel drove to the hospital while I got into my car with my cat in my arms as Bailey drove me back to Sterling Estates.

Pets were excellent companions. With Boomer's company, I found a new source of fun. In just a day, he had warmed up to my home. When I played the piano in the music room, he would sit quietly and listen. I couldn't help but take a picture of Boomer and post it on Facebook, only to see Bonnie's latest post.

Since she added me, all her posts had been hidden from me, with only the last three days visible, creating a blank space on her page. A photo of a hand reaching out to catch the snow, along with a line of text: "Am I anything special in your heart?"

I knew these words well, they were lyrics from a song I used to love. The next line went, "I'm afraid you've never realized, I'm still by your side."

I used to think this song perfectly described how I felt about Neil, and now it was Bonnie's turn to use it as a metaphor for her feelings towards Neil?