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

thank you. I'll make you

over my heart, removing all the barriers,

poured the oil, I automatically backed up to dodge the

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

I puffed up, standing on my tiptoes and glaring

just afraid you're too good at

I stumbled, not quite keeping my balance, and he caught me with one hand while still holding the spatula with

What?

had joked

who," I muttered, turning away but not pushing him away. He didn't let

with one hand, the other wrapped around

we were an old,

the

for the spaghetti and gently dropping them into the boiling pot. Still, some hot broth splashed

en

he made was delicious. "Max, can

were alone, I'd just grab a quick bite or dine