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    “Christina!” Davina didn’t waste a second and leapt in right after them. “Chloe!”


    Morse’s usual calm vanished behind his sses, his eyes filled with panic as he hurled himself into the water.


    Earlier, the jet ski had gone rogue and nearly caused a disaster. Just thinking about it sent a chill down Ralphy’s spine. He quickly snapped out of it and jumped in to help.


    Once under the water, the group saw Christina struggling to lift Chloe’s limp body to the surface.<fnf959> Th? link to the orig?n of this information r?sts ?n find[f]ovel</fnf959>


    Morse’s heart dropped when he saw Chloe’s condition, a piercing ache twisting in his chest. He swam with everything he had, rushing to help bring her up. The others joined in quickly, working together to ensure both girls were brought back to safety.


    When Robin saw that Christina was unharmed, the tight grip around his heart finally loosened as he swam up alongside them.


    Back on the shore, Christina was just about to start giving first aid to Chloe, but someone beat her to it.


    Morse’s face had gone ghostly pale, his eyes filled with sheer panic and raw fear. His hands trembled as he began CPR and mouth-to-mouth, his every move desperate and shaken. He inwardly screamed, “Chloe, please be okay! Come on, wake up!”


    It was a nerve-wracking moment for everyone.


    Momentster, Chloe erupted into a harsh cough, spitting out water. She hade back, and so had Morse. He could finally breathe. The second he saw her eyes open, he almost lost control, his whole body aching to hold her close.


    But he held himself back, releasing a long, shaky breath. As long as she was safe, nothing else mattered.


    It took Chloe a few seconds to gather herself again. “I really thought I was done for,” she said with a faint smile, trying to lighten the mood.


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    “No more of that nonsense! You’ve got years ahead of you,” Ralphy interjected. His head dropped, self-reproach spreading across his face. “It’s all on me… I lost control of the jet ski. I almost harmed you.”


    “It wasn’t your fault. It was just a freak ident,” Chloe said with a bright, reassuring smile. “I’m just d everyone’s alright.”


    Morse had already moved to the side, quietly trying to shrink into the background. But no matter how much he tried to fade away, he still stood out the most to Chloe. She could always find him in a crowd without even trying.


    “Morse, was it you who gave me first aid?” Chloe finally found the nerve to ask, her voice still weak butced with excitement. Inside, she felt like bursting with happiness. She hadn’t imagined having such a close, tender moment with the one she liked. Even if it had just been an emergency and nothing more, it still made her heart flutter with joy.


    Morse tried his best to act normal. “Yes,” he said, his voice steady as he straightened up. “Let’s get you checked out at the hospital.” He needed to be absolutely sure Chloe was okay.


    “I’m fine, seriously. There’s no need for a check-up,” Chloe replied, brushing it off with a small shake of her head.


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