Reborn From Oblivion by Christia Muray

Chapter 488

Nathan caught a glimpse of Cameron's bewildered expression and felt an immediate pang of urgency. With a cheeky grin, he said, "Nathalie, were you just protecting me? You're so good to me, I might never let you go. What am I gonna do now?" Nathalie gently tousled his hair, her voice soothing and warm, "Then let's stay together forever."

Nathan replied, "Even in the next life, I'll come find you, alright?"

These days, Nathalie was living a carefree life, feeling content and healthy, even gaining a little weight. Her cheeks were softly rounded, giving her a youthful, innocent look. Paired with her playful charm, she was simply irresistible. Cameron had never seen Nathalie look so enchanting before, and something stirred inside him. Maybe it was jealousy or a sense of loss, but he mumbled under his breath, "Show-offs never last."

Nathalie blushed, "Alright."

Nathan turned his gaze from Nathalie, his demeanor shifting dramatically. Moments ago, he was all sweet and affectionate, but as soon as he addressed Cameron, it was as if a cold frost had settled over him.

"Mr. Dawson, keep your eyes peeled. I want you to see just how great Nathalie and I will be together, how our love will last a lifetime. The so-called curse of show-offs doesn't apply to us." Nathan suddenly held Nathalie's hand tightly, as if making a solemn vow, "I've had feelings for Nathalie for a long time. Thank you for letting her go. I owe you one for that." Cameron was left speechless...

Nathalie was overwhelmed with emotion. No one had ever valued her like this. Nathan's respect and adoration for her shone through clearly. His love was genuine.

However, Nathalie was naturally shy, especially when it came to love. Nathan's public declarations made her a bit flustered. She squeezed Nathan's hand, "Nathan, that's enough. Let's go." Only then did Nathan dial back his enthusiasm.

head home,"

older and more reserved, found Nathan's youthful boasting

keep her in check. If she shows up

Nathan took Nathalie's hand and they

hurts," came Greta's weak voice, and a look of irritation

simmering inside; all the embarrassment he faced today traced back

her, "Get up. Sitting

I can't get up. I think I'm

flared with anger, "Hurt? What What were you doing before? Now that

roughly, her leg hanging limp.

whimpered, "Cameron,

a sour expression, reluctantly

height and

to climb onto his