Chapter 544
Chapter 544:
I kept swimming upwards, desperate to get back to the boat.
Suddenly, a strong hand shot out, clamped around my wrist, and yanked me down.
The sudden pull threw me off balance. My body tipped sideways, and I began to sink. But instead of plunging endlessly, I landed against a broad chest.
I blinked, disoriented, and looked up at the man holding me. His face was hidden by the scuba mask.
I glared at him, irritated, and tried to wriggle free, raising my hands to signal that he should let me go.
Instead of complying, Ashton pressed his hand to my shoulder, stopping me before I could move further, and signed faster than I could follow. “Something’s wrong. Don’t move p>
Even without sound, I felt the weight of his warning.
I froze. He wasn’t joking.
I signed back, “What is it p>
He didn’t answer. Still holding me, he tilted his head upwards.
I followed his gaze. At first, I saw only water shifting above us. Then I noticed the ripples spreading wider, stronger, gathering momentum.
Ashton’s eyes lingered on the disturbance for a few seconds. Suddenly, he turned and swam deeper, clutching me tightly. My heart pounded.
What on earth could make him react like this?
I had no time to wonder. A glance over his shoulder gave me the answer.
A wall of raging water was bearing down.
Tsunami.
The word burst into my mind, stark and undeniable.
I prided myself on staying calm in difficult situations, but faced with this, so close, I couldn’t control the tremor running through me.
Ashton’s grip tightened. He pushed my head to his chest, shielding me from the sight of that monstrous surge.
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Even here, away from the main force, the water around us convulsed with waves. They weren’t as terrifying as what loomed above, but the impact was still brutal.
The first strike hit us like being smacked by a giant fist. The current spun us around, a violent whirl that sent a shock through my chest. My lungs clenched, my vision flared.
I had no chance to orient myself before Ashton’s arm crushed me back against him, locking me in place.
The second wave was worse, slamming us sideways. It felt like being stuffed into a washing machine, tumbled without pause, my stomach lurching with every turn. The world blurred into black water and force.
Ashton held on, his arms unyielding around my waist. Still, the strain showed. His hands trembled under the relentless current.
The torch was long gone, ripped from us in the confusion. Darkness closed in. There was nothing but water, wave after wave, swallowing us whole.
My gut twisted until I thought I’d be sick. But I didn’t dare move. I knew to survive, there was only one thing we could do: endure until the sea spent its fury.
In the blackness, Ashton’s face disappeared from view. All I had was the rhythm of his heartbeat beneath my brow.
Thump. Thump. Thump.