REWARDING MY SAVIOUR WITH MARRIAGE

A sudden splash in the turquoise sea caught Jason's attention, and he spun around, his eyes scanning the water's surface. He'd been celebrating his birthday alone on the luxurious yacht, as was his tradition, but the unexpected disturbance broke the solitude. A figure, shrouded in darkness, had been visible in the distance, but Jason's gaze hadn't lingered. Now, with the splash, his instincts kicked in. He swiftly descended the ship's steps, leapt into a smaller tender boat, and began rowing with urgency toward the spot where he'd last seen the figure. As he approached, he dived headfirst into the cool water, holding his breath. Thanks to his school's swimming and breathing classes, he managed to withstand the pressure. Underwater, Jason's eyes searched frantically for any sign of the struggling figure. Finally, he spotted a woman, her long hair flowing like seaweed, her limbs flailing weakly. What was she thinking, venturing into the open sea alone? Horror gripped him as he swam toward her, his lungs burning. With a burst of adrenaline, Jason wrapped his arms around her waist and kicked upward, breaking through the surface. He hauled her into the boat, where she lay limp and pale. Checking her vital signs, he detected faint breathing. With one hand, he dialed 911 while beginning CPR, his fingers interlocking on her chest for compressions. "Mayday, mayday! I need a rescue team at my location. I've pulled a woman from the water; she's unresponsive," Jason spoke into the phone, his voice steady despite the growing concern. As he continued CPR, Jason's thoughts swirled with questions. Who was this mysterious woman? What drove her to venture into the sea alone? And would she survive? The rescue team arrived promptly, taking over the care of the unconscious woman. Jason followed the paramedics to the hospital, ensuring the lady received immediate and VIP treatment. As he watched over her, he couldn't help but wonder about her story. Staring down at the woman on the hospital bed, Jason's thoughts drifted to his own birthday tradition – alone on his yacht, celebrating another year of life with solitude. But now, fate had brought this mysterious woman into his life. Nature, it seemed, was playing a peculiar game with him. The doctor's reassuring smile and update on her condition brought Jason back to reality. "She's stable, Mr...?" "Jason," he replied, his gaze still fixed on the woman. "Mr. Jason, she's lucky you were there. We'll monitor her closely." As Jason nodded, a mix of emotions swirled within him – concern for the woman's well-being, curiosity about her past, and a hint of intrigue about their unexpected encounter. This birthday, it seemed, would be one to remember. The woman's pale face and dark hair contrasted with the sterile hospital surroundings. Jason's thoughts lingered on her identity and the circumstances leading to her near-drowning. He felt an inexplicable connection to this stranger, as if their lives had intersected for a reason. Would she wake up soon? What would she be like? Jason's questions hung in the air, much like the uncertainty surrounding this enigmatic woman. "Doctor, how long will she be in there?" Jason asked, concern etched on his face. The doctor nodded sympathetically. "She'll likely need a few days for observation and treatment. We'll monitor her condition closely." Jason's mind whirred. He had a critical golf tournament approaching, one that could make or break his career. As a 35-year-old golfer, this might be his last chance to secure another major win. "Can I get an update on her condition regularly?" he asked the doctor. "Of course, Mr. Jason. We'll keep you informed," the doctor replied. As Jason turned to leave, he hesitated. Something about the woman's fragile state tugged at him. He instructed his assistant to arrange for the best medical care and a private nurse. "Also, ensure her hospital suite is upgraded to the finest amenities," Jason added, his billionaire lifestyle evident in his generosity. With arrangements in place, Jason departed for the golf course, his thoughts lingering on the mysterious woman. Who was she? What had driven her to the brink of disaster? And why did he feel an inexplicable connection to her? As Emilia slowly opened her eyes, she was met with an expanse of stark white. She must be in heaven, she thought, her mind foggy. Where was God? Was He ready to take away the deep-seated grief that had consumed her soul? Would He numb all her pains, finally bringing her peace? But as she lay there, Emilia realized she was still feeling pain. Her head throbbed, her body ached, and her heart felt heavy. She thought heaven was supposed to be a realm free of pain, a sanctuary where suffering ceased to exist. Confusion clouded her thoughts. If she was in heaven, why did she still feel so broken? Emilia's hazy vision began to clear, and she noticed the beeping machines, the sterile smell, and the faint sound of murmured conversations outside her room. This wasn't heaven. A faint memory surfaced – the ocean, the darkness, and the sensation of sinking. Emilia's eyes widened as she struggled to recall more. What had happened? How did she end up here? Suddenly, a gentle voice spoke beside her. "Welcome back. You've been through a traumatic experience." Emilia's gaze drifted to the stranger, her voice barely above a whisper. "Where...where am I?" The stranger's smile was kind. "You're in the hospital. You've been rescued from the ocean." Emilia's eyes widened, memories flooding back. Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes as she processed her situation. Just as she was about to ask another question, the door opened, and a tall, handsome figure entered. His piercing gaze met hers, and Emilia felt an inexplicable jolt. "How is she?" he asked the nurse, his voice sending shivers down her spine. The doctor nodded in agreement. "Yes, she needs adequate rest and care. Let's monitor her progress closely." The handsome stranger nodded, his eyes still fixed on Emilia's pale face. "I'll ensure she receives the best care possible," he said, his voice low and soothing. As the medical team continued their discussion, Emilia's eyelids grew heavy, and she drifted off to sleep, unaware of the stranger's watchful gaze. When she woke up again, the stranger was sitting beside her bed, scrolling through his phone. He looked up, catching her gaze. "Hello," he said softly, a hint of a smile on his face. "How are you feeling?" Emilia's voice was hoarse from disuse. "Better, thank you..." The stranger's smile widened. "You're welcome. My name is Jason, by the way." Emilia's eyes locked onto his, and she felt a spark of curiosity. Who was this mysterious man, and why was he being so kind to her? Jason's eyes lingered on Emilia's face, taking in the delicate features and porcelain skin. He hadn't expected her to be this beautiful, even in her vulnerable state. The pale complexion only added to her ethereal beauty. As Emilia looked at Jason, she noticed the nurses couldn't help but steal glances at him, their faces lighting up with admiration. "Mr. Jason, I've been looking after her since she was brought here," one nurse said, her voice a little too cheerful. Jason nodded politely, his eyes still fixed on Emilia's face. "Thank you, that's very kind of you," he replied, his voice courteous. The nurse lingered, fidgeting with the bedside equipment. "You're a golfer, aren't you, Mr. Jason? I've seen you on TV before," she said, her eyes shining with excitement. Jason's gaze shifted to the nurse, and he smiled courteously. "Yes, I am. I can play a little bit," he replied, his smile warm. The nurse's eyes widened, and she continued to chat with Jason, who listened politely, his eyes occasionally drifting back to Emilia's face. As the nurse talked, Emilia watched Jason, trying to piece together the fragments of her memory. Who was she? What had happened to her? And why did this stranger, Jason, seem so invested in her well-being? As Jason sat beside Emilia's bed, the nurses couldn't help but steal glances at the handsome billionaire. One of them, a young woman with a bright smile, hovered near the bedside, trying to catch Jason's attention. "Mr. Jason, I'll make sure to check on her vitals every hour," she said, you could hear the excitement in her almost manly voice. Jason nodded politely, his eyes still fixed on Emilia's face. "Thank you, that's very kind of you." The nurse lingered, fidgeting with the bedside equipment. The nurse's eyes widened. "I'm such a huge fan! Your swing is amazing. Do you think you'll win the next tournament?" Jason chuckled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "I'll definitely try my best. Thank you for your support." As the nurse continued to chat, another nurse entered the room, her eyes fixed on Jason with equal admiration. "Mr. Jason, can I get you anything? A cup of coffee, perhaps?" Jason shook his head, his smile still in place. "No, thank you. I'm good for now." The nurses exchanged glances, their faces lighting up with excitement. One of them whispered to the other, "I heard he's worth millions. Can you imagine dating someone like him?" The other nurse giggled, her voice barely above a whisper. "I'd marry him in a heartbeat. He's so handsome and charming." Jason's attitude remained calm but his eyes never left Emilia's face, his thoughts consumed by the mysterious woman lying before him.