Rebirth Into My Second Chance

I casually washed the eggs and tomatoes at the kitchen counter next to him before starting to look around for a knife. "Looking for something?"

"A knife. Don't you guys have one?"

He reached into a cabinet above us and pulled out a knife covered in dust. After cleaning it, he took the tomato from my hand.

"Max, do you not use this knife often?"

"Uh, we usually eat out."

I nodded.

In my previous life, Claude and I never shared moments like this in the kitchen. This time around, it's with Max.

I want a normal life, a happy stable home, and a steady partner who can support me both in my career and emotionally.

Max seems like the best choice.

Lost in thought, I accidentally dropped the eggshell into the bowl.

Cringing at my own culinary mishap, Max glanced over and fished out the shell.

if he was removing the thorns from my

thank you. I'll make you

removing all the barriers, healing me, and giving me a chance to start my own

poured the oil, I automatically backed up to dodge

saying, "Why don't you

saying I'm in the way?" I puffed up, standing

you're too good at

my balance, and he caught me with one hand while still holding

What?

had joked with me, showing

for who," I muttered, turning away but not pushing him away. He didn't let go either, and that pre-dating, flirtatious tension got my

cooking eggs with one

we were an old, comfortable

the

the boiling pot. Still, some hot broth splashed up, and

en

delicious. "Max, can I eat dinner with you

quick bite or dine out with