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.