Reborn, Reawakened, Rekindled

Chapter 395

“I’m fine.” I suppressed the fleeting thought that raced through my mind. I wasn’t sure if others also wore those rosy red diving suits. After all, we weren’t the only couples out on the waves.

I was fine; my palm just needed some medical attention. The yacht was equipped with a first-aid kit, and Russel carefully treated my wound and bandaged it up.

By the time we had finished, it was time for lunch. Karina proposed, “Neil, why don’t we prepare lunch here with Ms. Finch and her partner? What do you

think?”

She and Neil had caught some fresh seafood, which she’d brought on deck.

“Let’s just head back to the hotel,” Russel declined quickly.

But I agreed, “It’s okay. Let’s all eat together. My hand is injured, so I might not be much help with the cooking.”

Karina laughed off my concern, “No worries. I’ll do the cooking. You guys can sample my culinary skills.”

Without waiting for a response, she changed into more comfortable clothes and began preparing the meal.

I sat quietly, watching Karina hustle about. The open-air kitchen on the deck was well-equipped, and Karina seemed to handle everything with ease. Her skills suggested she cooked frequently.

She had been living abroad with her child, and given her affection for the child, it didn’t surprise me that she’d learned to cook.

“Neil, could you get me some ginger?” Karina asked gently.

Neil had never been much of a cook, but he seemed to be doing fine as Karina’s assistant, handling tasks like washing

to me, not moving unless Karina called him over.

put that in so soon?” Karina suddenly asked,

surprised, “Wasn’t it time to put it

sounded both frustrated and fond. “I remember the first time you made me eggs. You put them in before the oil was hot. The taste was… well, it wasn’t great, but I’ve found myself missing

to myself and turned to admire the sea, tuning out their conversation.

felt Russel take my hand, asking,

did hurt a little, but it was bearable. I nodded, “Yeah, but it’s okay. Don’t

heartbroken? Seeing your wife’s hand injured, wish the

his current status. But she was overthinking.

my hand slightly, “Yes, it hurts. I should’ve taken better care of

that rope appeared underwater and wrapped around my foot,” I said, watching

sighed, “People these days have no regard for the environment. It’s probably some discarded trash. It’s normal for

looked at

of any extra emotion. It was as if

was sure he still had some unique

a white stray dog? It would always hide under your car whenever you came to pick me up. I’d have to coax it out with imitation crab sticks,” Karina was lost in her sweet

always get another

a dog. I heard it was a white Tibetan mastiff. Where is it now?” Karina asked curiously.

“How did he know?” and then

at me, then broke into a smile, “He heard it from his grandma. He wants a dog, and his grandma told him about the white dog you used

mastiff, Daisy, was now at my house, living with my parents. I wondered if