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."

"It's your fault, you know. Looking at other plates while eating from your own. Two-timing. My Vivian must be jealous," Lincoln grumbled,

jealousy? As soon as the thought of jealousy crossed his mind, Morris felt a rush of happiness and couldn't help but smile

Seeing two smart and beautiful women vying for your attention,

Lincoln and nodded.

that was something special. She'd always been the

snatched the bowl of pudding from Morris's hands.

He took the bowl back and downed it. "Nathalie

was at a loss for words. "Is my daughter repaying some kind of debt

Morris mused, "Could be."

Morris wheeled himself over

the living room, watching

finished up with the dishes, sat at the coffee table, and lit a cigarette. He took a deep drag and stared at Morris's back with a

despite his

was nothing special.