Reborn From Oblivion by Christia Muray

Chapter 392

That evening, Nathan and Nathalie chatted late into the night. To Nathalie, Nathan seemed like a bit of an innocent person, still trying to figure out the world. She worried about the pain he'd face if betrayed by loved ones and all the challenges he might encounter while on the run. She covered everything, from being cautious with friends to managing the basics of everyday life, leaving nothing out.

Nathan, for his part, was completely absorbed in her words. Realizing she'd been doing most of the talking, Nathalie gave a shy smile and said, "Nathan, I must sound like an old lady, rambling on like this." Nathan squeezed her hand and replied, "I love hearing you talk. Please, tell me more."

In this world, Nathalie was the only one who cared enough to guide him like this. How could Nathan not appreciate such a rare moment?

Many times, Nathan's eyes flickered with a mix of emotions. It was as if he wanted to interrupt, but he couldn't bring himself to do it.

As dawn approached, the sky began to lighten. With his suitcase in tow, Nathan got ready to leave, and Nathalie insisted on seeing him off. For once, Nathan didn't refuse her offer, letting her accompany him.

Nathalie drove him to the airport. During the ride, Nathan seemed lost in thought. He opened his mouth a few times as if to speak but always stopped short. When they arrived at the airport parking lot, Nathan lingered in the car.

He looked at Nathalie and finally said, "Nat..."

Nathalie was caught off guard. Nathan always called her "Nathalie" in private-what was with the sudden switch to a nickname?

"Mind your manners," she teased, though her voice was soft, filled with affection.

it?"

bit awkward. "I left a journal in your drawer.

"I didn't know

ears as he confessed, "Yeah, it records my journey from when I was little up

I read it?" she

to,

smiled. "That's your private

watch. "It's almost time for boarding, so

him into the airport as the announcement urging

it's time to go." A wave of reluctance washed over

handed him his luggage. "Nathan, take care. I'll be waiting

gazing at Nathalie. At that moment,

he was about to leave, Nathan

change while he was gone. He couldn't stand the thought

Nathan made a sudden decision: to carve out a future

his tall figure lean down, blocking out the light in front of her. The next