Myron Gray rushed to the swimming pool and found the woman had drowned. He jumped in the water after taking off his coat. He pulled her from the water and placed her on the ground. Her skin was light yellow and pale. She had passed out.
“Meesha… wake up.” He frantically patted her pale cheek, but she didn't wake up. He pressed his palms against her heart. It was slow. He finally held her chin and placed his lips on her pale lips after many attempts. She coughed and water came out of her stomach after a while. In relief, he sighed and closed his eyes in relief. He stroked her cheek and gazed into her dark eyes.
“Meesha…” He spoke in a low and magnetic voice. Meesha Kyle was breathing heavily.
Myron Gray covered her chest with his coat, carried her effortlessly to the bedroom and placed
