Chapter 335

Celine felt as though her whole body were breaking apart. Her bones ached as if they were about to disintegrate. The cold seeped into her very marrow, and the icy seawater slapped relentlessly against her face, jolting her awake with a shiver that cut to her core.

She opened her eyes slowly, realizing she was still alive.

The yacht had been rigged with explosives. In the final moments before it detonated, she and Benjamin plunged into the icy depths of the ocean. The freezing water enveloped them. Waves crashed around her, threatening to pull her under, but she fought with every ounce of strength to stay afloat.

Though small in stature, her will to survive was extraordinary.

At last, the relentless sea yielded, carrying her weary body to the shore. Night had fallen, and the place felt desolate. Celine struggled to stand, calling out, “Benjamin? Benjamin!”

She recalled the moment she had kicked him into the sea, but now a wave of worry crept over her. Where was he?

She scanned the area, desperately searching for him. “Benjamin! Are you alive? If you are, say something!”

Her steps altered when she spotted a figure further down the beach. It was Benjamin. The waves had also pushed him ashore.

Celine hurried to his side. “Benjamin, Benjamin, wake up!”

Benjamin lay unconscious. Blood poured from a wound on his right leg, staining the sand around him.

Celine’s expression turned grim after checking his wound. His injury was severe, and if it wasn’t treated soon, he could lose his leg. She wasn’t a saint, and if Benjamin hadn’t brought her there in the first place, none of this would have happened. After all, he was working with…

For a moment, she considered leaving him there to fend for himself. However, Celine knew Benjamin wasn’t inherently bad. She had no choice but to try and save him. They were in the middle of nowhere, with not a soul in sight.

She shouted desperately, “Is anyone there? Help! Please!”

A flashlight beam suddenly cut through the darkness, followed by the approach of two men.

The man at the front called out, “Who’s there?”

Celine felt a surge of hope. “We’re travelers who fell into the water. My companion’s injured. Can you help us?”

The two men approached. They were from a small village called Praxton Village. The man in front was Wyatt Lawson, the village chief’s son, and the man behind him was his younger brother, William Lawson.

Wyatt’s gaze landed on Celine’s face, and as soon as he saw her stunningly delicate features, his eyes lit up. Celine felt uncomfortable, but she had no choice but to remain polite. Swallowing her unease, she said, “Hello. Can you please help us?” Wyatt nodded immediately. “Of course. We’re happy to help. Come with us, and we’ll call the village doctor to take a look at him.” Celine gave him a grateful look. “Thank you. Thank you so much.”

Wyatt and William carried Benjamin into a small cottage, carefully laying him on a bed. The village doctor arrived soon after to assess his injuries. As the pain began to register, Benjamin slowly regained consciousness. He looked around and asked, “Where…”

Celine stepped forward. “Benjamin, it’s good that you’re awake. We were washed up on shore, and Wyatt helped us.”

Benjamin coughed. “Celine, what’s your relationship with him?”

Celine replied haltingly, “I’m his sister-in-law.”

Benjamin scoffed. “You’re so shameless. Who said you’re my sister-in-law?”