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.

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

moving unless Karina called

so soon?” Karina suddenly asked, sounding both amused and slightly exasperated.

time to put it in?”

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

me. I laughed to myself and turned to admire the sea, tuning out their

felt Russel take my hand, asking, “Does it

it was bearable. I nodded, “Yeah, but it’s okay.

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

a point of highlighting Russel and my relationship, presumably to remind Neil of his current status. But she was overthinking.

my hand slightly, “Yes, it

not your fault. It’s just strange how that rope appeared underwater and wrapped around my foot,” I said, watching Karina carefully

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

just looked at my wounded hand.

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

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

we 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, her expression full of girlish charm.

always get another one,” Neil replied.

mentioned that you used to have a dog. I heard it was a white Tibetan mastiff. Where is

did he know?” and

broke into a smile, “He heard it from his grandma. He wants a dog,

at my house, living with my parents. I wondered if she