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

make you a sunny-side-up

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

automatically backed up to

spatula from me, saying, "Why

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

you're too

me with one hand while still holding

What?

second time Max had joked

but not pushing him away. He didn't let

cooking eggs with one hand, the other wrapped

felt like we were an

add the spaghetti,"

boiling pot. Still, some hot broth splashed

en

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

grab a quick