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.

was as if he was removing the thorns from my

make you

heart, removing all the barriers,

poured the oil, I automatically backed up

the spatula from me, saying, "Why don't you wait

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

just afraid you're too good

he caught me with one hand while still holding the spatula with the other.

What?

the second time Max had joked with me, showing his sense

pushing him away. He didn't let go either, and that pre-dating, flirtatious

we were, him cooking eggs with one

were an old, comfortable

the spaghetti," I

gently dropping them into the boiling pot. Still, some hot broth splashed up, and Max quickly shielded

en

was delicious. "Max, can I eat dinner with you every night? I'm easy to feed, just a plate

a quick bite or dine out with