Reborn From Oblivion by Christia Muray

Chapter 862

"Vivian, come on, have some of this almond pudding," Lincoln said, holding out the bowl of his homemade treat his daughter with both hands. Nathalie took it

but immediately passed it over to Morris.

Morris glanced at Lincoln, noticing his deflated expression, and couldn't help but chuckle. Lincoln desperately wanted to ship Morris off to Timbuktu, but he kept a friendly smile plastered on his face. "Nathan, I'm sorry about earlier. I shouldn't have..."

Morris quickly cleared his throat and shot Lincoln a look. He hadn't told Nathalie anything about the earlier incident, so Lincoln was jumping the gun. Lincoln paused, realizing he'd better keep quiet.

Nathalie took a sip of the pudding and eyed her father cautiously. "Shouldn't have what?"

Lincoln shot another glance at Morris, who subtly shook his head. Now he was sure Morris hadn't ratted him out. Feeling a bit more at ease, he chuckled and tried to play it off. "I shouldn't have let Ashley come in and take Nathan away."

As soon as Ashley's name was mentioned, Nathalie's expression soured. She fell silent, clearly upset. Lincoln and Morris exchanged confused looks. Lincoln asked, "Vivian, you don't like Ashley?"

Nathalie gulped down the pudding in one go, then slammed the bowl down on the table, clearly annoyed. But since Ashley was Morris's fiancée, she didn't want to badmouth her in front of Morris and make things awkward. Frustrated, she stood up and said, "I'm going to the study to look over some documents."

know. Looking at other plates while eating from your own. Two-timing. My Vivian must

Ashley? Could it really be jealousy? As soon as the thought of jealousy crossed his mind,

and beautiful

looked at Lincoln and nodded.

Nathalie was feeling jealous, that was something special. She'd

bowl of pudding from Morris's hands.

bowl back and downed it. "Nathalie gave this to me. Not finishing it would be a

my daughter repaying some kind of debt she owes you from

Morris mused, "Could be."

Morris wheeled himself

the living room, watching the

coffee table, and lit a cigarette. He took a deep drag and stared at Morris's back with a mix of frustration

despite his good

was nothing special.