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.

he seemed to be doing fine as Karina’s assistant, handling tasks

sat next to me, not moving unless Karina called him

put that in so soon?” Karina suddenly asked, sounding

looked surprised, “Wasn’t it time to put it

so sharp at work, but still a bit clueless in the kitchen,” Karina sounded both frustrated and fond. “I remember the first time you made

to myself and turned to admire the sea, tuning out

Russel take my hand,

little, but it was bearable.

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

my relationship, presumably to remind Neil of his current status. But she was overthinking. Neil had already chosen

tightened his grip on my hand slightly, “Yes, it

your fault. It’s just strange how that rope appeared underwater and wrapped around my foot,” I said,

environment. It’s probably some discarded trash. It’s normal for ropes to knot

looked at my

any extra emotion. It

unique feelings for me, but it

imitation crab sticks,” Karina was lost in her sweet memories with Neil, her expression full of

always get another one,” Neil replied.

to have a dog. I heard it was a white

and

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

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