The second splash didn’t belong to a savior, but to a man frantic with rage. Before Rachel could even fully process the ripples in the dark water, Dominic had already dove into the pool. He swam with powerful, swift strokes toward Natalie, breaking the surface to scoop her fragile, shivering body into his arms.
He climbed out of the water, his wet tuxedo clinging heavily to his frame as he laid Natalie onto a lounge chair. Natalie coughed violently, water spilling from her lips as she gasped for air, trembling like a leaf. Dominic immediately grabbed a pristine white towel from a nearby rack, wrapping it tightly around her shoulders.
Spitting mad, Dominic whipped his head around to face Rachel, his eyes burning with absolute disgust. "There is a limit to your games, Rachel!" he roared, h
