Reborn From Oblivion by Christia Muray

Nathalie's hand trembled as she held the chopsticks, initially reaching for the lotus root but then changing her mind and picking up a piece of braised pork instead. She placed a succulent piece in Lincoln's bowl. "Dad, here's your favorite braised pork. Enjoy."

Lincoln took a bite, his cheeks puffing up with delight. "Whoa, how much sugar is in this? It's so sweet, I might lose my last molar!"

Jules teased, "Lincoln, your daughter's got a mind of her own now."

Then, picking up a slice of lotus root, he joked, "And who might be the fan of this lotus root? Nathan, is it you who loves it?"

Nathalie blushed deeply, her ears turning crimson as she dropped her gaze, nearly burying her face in her bowl.

Morris, however, chimed in cheerfully, "Yep, I'm the one who loves lotus root."

Jules popped a piece into his mouth, crunching it with obvious enjoyment. Lincoln chuckled, "What a coincidence, Jules likes lotus root too."

Morris's hand tensed slightly. Nathalie suddenly looked up, anxiety in her eyes as she glanced at Morris. Despite his calm exterior, Nathalie found herself puzzled by his demeanor.

Given his longing for family ties and his somewhat unforgiving nature, she

expected Morris to either confront Jules with pointed questions about his past or to avoid him altogether.

current laid-back attitude left Nathalie unable to decipher his true

on her

her meal, while Morris and Jules continued to compete for the lotus root, quickly

teased, "You two sure have similar tastes, loving lotus root and

he noticed a peculiar resemblance between the two, prompting him to examine their faces. "Jules, you know, Nathan and you do share a

at Morris, who wore oversized sunglasses, his face delicate like a porcelain

certainly don't have the good

have a connection. Why not

paused, looking up at Morris, seemingly weighing the

this, was so surprised that

daughter well; Nathalie was not one to make

such a suggestion

was out

Inappropriate.

unaware of her proposal's impropriety. Instead,

hesitation left Nathalie feeling disappointed. She looked anxiously at Morris,