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?"

it on my midlife crisis, 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

her dad, Nathalie decided to

stopped by Morris's room. She knocked, and Morris

"Nathalie, off work already?"

Nathalie took his hand, acting cute and playful. "Nathan, I don't want you to leave me.

was most defenseless against her charms; he had no

stay a

few days? No way," Nathalie

few months?" Morris suggested with a

shook her

dad said you worked hard today, and he's cooking

for it easily, "He's not doing it for me. He feels guilty towards you and is too embarrassed to apologize directly,

chuckled, "Your dad is

kept questioning his

a moment." Nathalie put away her work

There were dishes inspired by cuisines from various regions, featuring land

those that

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