Reborn From Oblivion by Christia Muray

His plan was straightforward: make sure Morris enjoyed every moment of his life.

When Nathalie walked through the door, she found her dad in the kitchen, sweating like he was in a sauna. She grabbed a napkin and gently wiped his forehead.

"Wow, you're really laying it on thick. What do you want from me?" Lincoln teased

with a grin.

Nathalie, with a mischievous glint in her eye, asked, "Dad, did you pass my message to Nathan?"

"What message?" Lincoln pretended not to know.

Oh, he knew alright. It was her heartfelt confession to Morris. He was well aware that Morris loved her just as much. But they couldn't be together, and Lincoln couldn't bear to give his daughter false hope.

Nathalie looked at him, feeling let down.

"Oh, my terrible memory! I totally forgot," Lincoln said, slapping his thigh as if he'd just remembered.

Nathalie's face fell. "How could you forget something so important?"

darling. My memory's not what it used to be. Next time, Viv, I'll jot it down and make sure it doesn't slip my mind again," Lincoln said, pretending to be busy. He picked up a spatula and made a fuss in the frying

Nathalie

room. She knocked, and

"Nathalie, off work already?"

"Nathan, I don't want you to leave me. Please, don't

defenseless against her charms; he had no resistance to Nathalie's playful

about I stay a few more

days? No

a few months?" Morris suggested

her head

changed the subject, "Nathalie, I'm starving. Let's have dinner. Your dad said you worked hard today, and he's cooking a feast to reward

me. He feels guilty towards you and

"Your dad is

kept questioning his plans, he

moment." Nathalie put away her work files in the study and then bounded

dinner table, a splendid feast awaited them. There were dishes

those that