Chapter Eight
He reached out, his gaze filled with deep seriousness, as if with him there, she would not encounter any mishaps.
A sense of security inexplicably rose within her.
Sofia was somewhat moved, she too wanted to try...
"What if I..."
"There won't be any 'what ifs'."
He smiled, "Come, give me your hand."
He wouldn't let such 'what ifs' happen...
Teaching her to swim was indeed to her own benefit as well.
If there came a day when he couldn't make it in time, at least she could save herself.
Sofia looked at his hand, and it took her a long time to muster the courage to reach out and grasp it.
He carefully pulled her into the water, and as soon as Sofia entered, the buoyancy of the water made her scared and nervous, gripping his arm tightly, afraid he would let go, even retreating at the thought, "I can't do this, I don't want to learn anymore."
"Don't be nervous, relax a little," he coaxed patiently, trying to pry her hands open.