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 like washing

to me, not moving unless Karina called

in so soon?” Karina suddenly asked, sounding both amused and

“Wasn’t it time to put it

frustrated and fond. “I remember the first time you made me eggs. You put them in before the

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

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

but it was bearable. I nodded, “Yeah, but

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

current status. But she was overthinking.

“Yes, it hurts. I should’ve taken better care

that rope appeared underwater and wrapped around my foot,” I said, watching Karina carefully for her

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

and just looked at

extra emotion. It was as if his panic when he dived to save me was

unique feelings

got together, 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. “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.”

always get another one,” Neil replied.

mentioned that you used to have a dog. I heard it was a white Tibetan mastiff. Where is it now?” Karina asked

he know?” and then turned

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

with my parents. I wondered if