NovelEnglishChapter 851 He didn't want to burden her, so he nodded and said, "Very nice." Nathalie swung open the closet doors again, revealing the treasures inside the walk-in wardrobe. "All of these are your clothes. This section here is for your undergarments, this one's for your casual outfits, and over here is your sleepwear." Morris scanned the clothes, each piece a work of art without a single label in sight. He knew those intricate stitches all too well-every piece was Nathalie's handcrafted masterpiece. He could only imagine the countless hours she spent bringing this dazzling collection to life.
Noticing Morris lost in thought, Nathalie asked nervously, "Don't you like them?" Morris shook his head. "These clothes, they must have taken you so much..." "Tand effort," he was about to say, but Nathalie quickly interrupted him with a smile. "Don't worry about the money. I'm the wealthiest in the Capital now; money is the least of my worries." Morris gave her a serious look. Sure, he knew she was loaded, but what mattered more to him were her intentions. "You don't need to buy any more. These are enough to lasta lifetime," he said.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtWith his days numbered, the thought of Nathalie staying up late to make clothes he might never wear was unbearable to him.
Nathalie, oblivious to his inner turmoil, chuckled, "A lifetime's a long time; how could this ever be enough?" Feeling a lump in his throat, Morris worried she might catch on to his somber mood. He waved her off, "Nathalie, I'd like to rest for a bit." "Alright." Nathalie helped him to the bed, gently guiding him as she tucked him in snugly.
She dimmed the room, drawing the curtains closed and switching off the lights before quietly stepping out. Morris suddenly opened his eyes. In the quiet darkness, his usually guarded eyes showed a fleeting sense of peace.
On Morris's first day back, Lincoln could tell his daughter was genuinely over the moon. She seemed more alive, more optimistic about the future.
At noon, Nathalie took charge in the kitchen, whipping up a feast that filled the tong dining table. There was high-protein seafood, two types of comforting soups, and a range of homey dishes-a true banquet fit for royalty.
Lincoln let out a quiet sigh. His daughter was hopelessly in love.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm"Vivian, this is the first tI've had the pleasure of tasting your cooking," Lincoln teased as Nathalie wheeled Morris to the table, playfully mocking her obvious favoritism.
Nathalie pulled out a chair for Morris, then sat down beside him. She picked up a piece of shortbread and handed it to Lincoln, trying to keep him from further teasing. "Dad, isn't this your favorite? I learned how to make it just for you." Lincoln accepted it with a grin,
taking a bite and savoring the buttery goodness. He continued his playful banter, "My Vivian Vivian is not only om stunning and a money-maker, but she's also a whiz in the kitchen. I wonder which lucky guy will get to enjoy all this someday?"
He shot a cautious glance at Morris, as if to warn, "If you're not a topitièr gentleman stay away from my precious daughter." Morris, keeping his thoughts to himself, simply smiled politely as he elegantly picked up his fork and started eating.
Nathalie served him a piece of cola-glazed chicken wings. "Nathan, these are your favorite."
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