Reborn From Oblivion

The room fell into a stunned silence.

Regan was caught off guard, realizing the opportunity he'd just seized had slipped away before it even had a chance to start cooking.noveldrama

Ashley was baffled. Why on earth would Morris leave her to rush to Nathalie, especially when it was obvious Morris didn't even have a thing for Nathalie?

Lincoln's expression was a mix of surprise and humor. He'd been so dismissive of Morris, yet here he was, graciously setting aside their differences to lend a hand. He chuckled warmly, genuinely appreciating Morris's unexpected gesture.

Lincoln weaved through the crowd of servants, eagerly approaching Morris, "Come on, Nathan, let me help you get back."

Morris's face was serious, his eyes brimming with worry. "Alright," he replied. He was itching to get back to Nathalie, to see her smile again.

As Lincoln wheeled Morris out of the grand room and down the corridor, he couldn't help but tease, "Admit it, young man. You've got a soft spot for my daughter Vivian."

Morris shot back stubbornly, "Which of your eyes noticed that?"

Lincoln grinned, "Both of them, actually."

He continued with playful banter, "I've always known my daughter is a catch— beautiful and kind-hearted. No man can resist her charms. Your little strategy of playing hard to get was clever, but my sharp eyes saw right through it."

"I'll warn you," he said, emphasizing his words, "I'm letting you stay because my daughter cares about you. You can date her, but..."

He paused dramatically, "It has to be strictly platonic. No kissing, and definitely no sleepovers."

Morris's eyes sparkled.

Just being with Nathalie was all he needed. As for kissing or anything beyond, he wasn't planning on crossing that line. After all, Nathalie deserved to find someone else, to marry, have kids, and lead a happy life.

When Lincoln wheeled Morris back into the grand room, Morris made a beeline for Nathalie's bedroom.

Lincoln, choosing not to intrude, settled into the living room downstairs, sipping his whiskey in solitude.

Upstairs, Morris maneuvered his

wheelchair to Nathalie's bedside et

noticing her unusually pale face and Ps. His heart gave a

painful twist.

Instinctively, he reached out and gently placed his hand on her forehead. Relieved

she wasn't feverish, he felt a bit of comfort.

"I'm back," he said, his voice hoarse.

Nathalie slowly opened her eyes, still marked with traces of tears, red and She weakly extended fier

Se alle with traces of tears, red &

hand, and Morris quickly took it.

"I thought you'd given up on Nathalie."

"I... was just visiting next door. Sorry I stayed longer than I planned. It won't happen again," he reassured her.

Nathalie's tears turned into a smile, "So that's all it was. I thought maybe my dad said something harsh and scared you off."

Morris smiled gently, "Don't worry. I don't take his words to heart. No matter how harsh, he's just looking out for you."

"One day,

explain our relationship

to him," Nathalie said. "Then he'll understand how important you are to me, and he won't bother you anymore."

Morris replied, "I'll find a time to talk to him myself. You don't need to worry about

it. It's easier for us guys to communicate."

Nathalie nodded thoughtfully, "Alright then."

Having said her piece, Nathalie quietly studied Morris.

Morris's lips moved as if he had a million things to say, but in the end, he kept

them all to himself.