NovelEnglishAs the dining room cleared out, only Jules and Morris were left sitting at the table. Jules was feeling a bit embarrassed, unable to muster any polite words for Morris. He awkwardly spoke up, "Nathan, about what Nathalie brought up earlier-I haven't agreed to it. It's not that I'm against you. It's just a big deal, and I need to talk it over with my family first." Morris, casually fiddling with his teacup, seemed as relaxed as a sunny afternoon. "No need to explain, really. These things are mutual. You've got your concerns, and I've got mine. Maybe it's just that we're not meant to be." Jules was taken aback by Morris' nonchalance. He had assumed Nathalie's idea of making Morris his godson was a strategic play to land Morris a powerful backer, and that Morris was part of the plan.
"Guess I got that wrong," Jules admitted, laughing awkwardly.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtMorris gave him a sidelong glance, "Mr. Jules, with all your wealth, you might think everyone around you has an agenda. But this is about Nathalie's good name. I need to clear that up." After a moment, he added, "Nathalie and I go way back, from simpler times. She values love over money. Her suggestion, strange as it was, was just about fulfilling a dream of mine. It wasn't about chasing the Sharp family fortune." Jules' smile was a bit strained. "I get it now." With that, Morris wheeled himself away, leaving Jules to take a long sip of his drink, feeling oddly like he'd just lost a huge sum of money by turning Morris down.
Regret and disappointment washed over him.
Meanwhile, in the kitchen, Nathalie was busy at the sink, with Lincoln looming like a sentinel.
"Dad, I don't need your help here," Nathalie said, finding her father more of a roadblock than a help.
Lincoln hesitated, "Vivian." Sensing he had something on his mind, Nathalie cut to the chase, "Dad, are you wondering why I was so out of line in front of Jules today?" Lincoln looked her in the eye, "You don't seem to regret it. That means it wasn't a spur-of-the-moment thing." Nathalie nodded, "Yeah, I wanted to find Nathan a home. That urgency got the better of me." Lincoln asked, "Why Jules, though?" Nathalie, not one to lie easily, felt a bit flustered. "I guess I just think Jules is a good guy." Lincoln shook his head, "I don't think that's the whole story. Vivian, you're my daughter; I know you well. You're usually so level-headed, it's not like you to act rashly. I've thought about it and can only think of one reason: there's a family connection between Jules and Nathan. Am I right?" Nathalie was stunned, staring at her father. "How did you figure it out?" "I saw Jules back in his younger days. Even though Nathan wore sunglasses, his mannerisms were a dead ringer for Jules back then.
Plus, they have similar taste not and are both left-handed. That's how I put it together."
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmNathalie stayed silent for a while, m then nodded, "You're incredibly perceptive, Dad.
Lincoln's guess was right on the m money, leaving himyn shock.
"But Jules has never been married.
He's The content is onO novelenglish.net! says been upright, holding special in his heart. Could Nathan really be his biological son?"
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