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

I'll make you a sunny-side-up

slowly winning over my heart, removing all the barriers, healing me, and giving me a chance to start

oil, I automatically backed up to dodge the

took the spatula from me, saying,

in the way?" I puffed up, standing on my tiptoes and

you're too good at

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

What?

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

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

were, him cooking eggs with one hand, the other

were an

the

Still,

en

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

alone, I'd just grab a quick bite or dine out with Richard for