"Leah! Don't sleep!" He called my name in panic and gave me first aid frantically.
I was still dead.
But my soul was pulled by a force and floated rapidly towards their ship.
When I floated to Caleb, he had already changed into clean clothes and was sitting at the dining table drinking coffee.
But his coffee had already been cold.
Ella came out of the locker room, stared at him for a few seconds, and deliberately fell to the ground.
"Hiss... It hurts..."
Hearing the noise, he stood up so hurriedly that coffee was spilled on his body.
His white shirt was stained, but Caleb, a man with germaphobe, didn't even notice that and hurried over to help Ella up.
I had never seen him so nervous.
Even when I got my foot pricked while cave diving, he treated me calmly and seemed to have everything under control.
Ella pursed her lips and sobbed.
"Caleb, it's all my fault for insisting on going to the deep sea. Will I die?" she said.
Hearing that, he couldn't help hugging her more tightly and commanded the captain to speed up.
Meanwhile, he took out his cell phone, knelt beside her feet, and carefully checked if she had any wounds.
His hand slowly slid across Ella's smooth and intact legs. His hot breath made her shiver and groan, "Caleb, stop..."
His hand stopped awkwardly, and his face instantly turned red.
Caleb said, "Ella, why don't you check yourself? If you can find the wound now, the doctor can treat it quickly when you go to the hospital."
However, she put her legs on his lap and said softly, "You must be more professional than me. Please help me now, it's just... I feel a little itchy... but I can bear it!"
She looked at him with watery eyes like a frightened deer.
She was seducing him, and she succeeded. Caleb was turned on because of these seemingly seductive words.
How to attract people's care was her best capability.
She stole my dad with ease in the past, not to mention stealing a man who had been attracted by her in the first place.
Caleb's hands clenched involuntarily. He stopped checking Ella's legs and hid aside.
Although I knew he was controlling himself, my anger still surged.
The pain gnawing at my heart became more and more unbearable.
Ella talked about me hypocritically, "My sister might have been injured in the attack. Let's go back and pick her up. My father will be mad at me if she is injured."
As she spoke, tears kept falling down from her red eyes.