Reborn From Oblivion by Christia Muray

Nathalie and Morris walked into the kitchen, and Nathalie handed him a bunch of veggies and a peeler. "Hey Morris, can you handle peeling these?"

Before Morris could get a word in, Nathalie continued, "You've probably never done chores before, right? How would you manage such simple tasks? Oh well, I'll just do it myself."

Morris couldn't help but laugh, handing her a perfectly peeled potato.

Nathalie's eyes widened in surprise. "Wow, that was fast!"

Morris's voice was soothing, like a gentle stream. "I actually took some cooking classes."

Nathalie was caught off guard. "Why'd you decide to learn?"

Morris gave a small, wistful smile. "I wanted to cook for the girl I love."

Nathalie drifted into her thoughts.

She suddenly remembered Nathan, who had once said the same thing to her. And he meant it, always trying out new recipes for her.

But could someone as reserved as Morris really have a girl he loves?

who she is?" Nathalie teased with a playful grin. "If you're so into her, maybe I can help you win her

took on a more serious tone, with a hint of sadness. "She's amazing, unlike boring old me. She probably wouldn't be happy with

flickered

quite figure out if it was sadness, happiness, or confusion. But something about Morris's reasoning

someone, you should go

too stunned to

the lucky one making shy Nathalie

was trying her hardest to win over the person right in front

in her heart. But it wasn't him. It

of indescribable loss swept over

the thick tension

up with a hint of hurt

this. Every time she tried to

beyond

you hold it

voice, tinged with melancholy, reached Morris's

heavy moments ago, was suddenly filled with hope. Could