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.

much of a cook, but he seemed to be doing fine as Karina’s assistant, handling tasks like washing the

moving unless Karina

you put that in so soon?” Karina suddenly

it time to put it in?”

kitchen,” Karina sounded both frustrated and fond. “I remember the first

he cooked wasn’t for me. I laughed to myself

hand,

but it was bearable. I nodded, “Yeah, but it’s okay. Don’t worry.”

Seeing your wife’s hand injured, wish the wound

status. But she was overthinking. Neil had already chosen

his grip on my hand slightly, “Yes, it hurts. I should’ve

your fault. It’s just strange how that rope appeared underwater and

these days have no regard for the environment. It’s probably some discarded trash. It’s normal for ropes to knot up

just looked at my wounded hand.

but it was normal, devoid of any extra emotion. It was as if his panic when he dived to save me was just my

was sure he still had some unique feelings for me, but it didn’t

I’d have to coax it out with imitation crab sticks,” Karina was lost in her sweet memories with Neil, her expression full of girlish charm. “You always said that those crab sticks were fake and that they were not real crab meat. Now we have real crabs, but that little dog

get another

you used to have a dog. I heard it was a white Tibetan mastiff.

and then

grandma. He wants a dog, and his grandma told him about the white dog

mastiff, Daisy, was now at my house, living with my