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.

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

not moving

put that in so soon?” Karina

“Wasn’t it time to put

clueless in the kitchen,” Karina sounded both frustrated and fond. “I remember the first time you made me eggs. You put them in before

me. I laughed to

my hand, asking, “Does it

it was bearable. I nodded, “Yeah,

you feeling heartbroken? Seeing your wife’s hand injured, wish the wound was

presumably to remind Neil of his current status. But she was overthinking. Neil had already chosen her, which meant his feelings

slightly, “Yes, it hurts. I should’ve taken better care of her.”

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

no regard for the environment. It’s probably some discarded trash. It’s normal for

looked

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

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

encountered 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 memories with Neil,

get another

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

did he know?” and then turned

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

living with my parents. I