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.

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

me, not moving unless Karina

so soon?” Karina suddenly asked, sounding both

it time

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

to myself and turned

I felt Russel take my hand, asking, “Does it hurt

hurt a little, but it was bearable. I nodded, “Yeah, but it’s

your wife’s hand injured, wish

Neil of his current status. But she was overthinking. Neil had already

grip on my hand slightly, “Yes, it hurts. I

underwater and wrapped around my foot,” I said,

sighed, “People these days have no regard for the environment. It’s probably some discarded trash. It’s normal for ropes to knot up in the currents. You just had some bad luck,

looked at my wounded hand.

extra emotion. It was

unique feelings for me, but

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, 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 is gone.”

can always get another one,”

heard it was a white Tibetan mastiff. Where is

looked surprised, “How did he know?” and

also looked 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 to have. He remembered it and told

now at my house, living with my