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.

as if he was removing the thorns

you. I'll make you a

all the barriers, healing

the oil, I automatically

from me, saying,

puffed

just afraid you're too

balance, and he caught me with one hand while still holding the spatula with the other. "No need to fall

What?

joked with me, showing his sense

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

with one

were an

add the spaghetti," I

pot. Still, some hot broth splashed up, and Max

en

I realized that even if he didn't cook often, what he made was delicious. "Max, can I eat dinner with you every night? I'm easy to

alone, I'd just grab a quick bite or