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.

been much of a cook, but he seemed to be doing

moving unless Karina called

in so soon?” Karina suddenly asked,

“Wasn’t it time

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

I laughed to myself

Russel take my hand, asking, “Does it hurt much?”.

little, but it was bearable. I nodded, “Yeah, but it’s okay. Don’t worry.”

teased, “Russel, are you feeling 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. Neil had already chosen

his grip on my hand slightly, “Yes, it hurts. I should’ve taken better care

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

for the environment. It’s probably some discarded trash. It’s normal

just looked at my wounded hand.

normal, devoid of any extra emotion. It

unique feelings for me, but it didn’t matter.

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

another one,” Neil

to have a dog. I heard it was a white Tibetan mastiff. Where is it now?” Karina

and then turned

heard it from his grandma. He wants a