Reborn From Oblivion

"Have you seen him yet?" Nathan asked with a knowing grin.

"Oh, thanks to you, I've crossed paths with him a few times," Nathalie replied, keeping her tone deliberately vague. She didn't want to stir the pot between Mason and Nathan, so she kept her emotions tightly under wraps. "Hmph." Nathan's grunt of discontent left it unclear whether it was aimed at Nathalie or Mason.

Nathalie awkwardly fiddled with her nose. She felt Nathan had put her on the spot.

Right then, Greta showed up, aiming to catch the elevator down. She ended up waiting by the elevator doors with Nathalie and Nathan.

The chill Nathan exuded was hard to miss, and Greta picked up on the tension between him and Nathalie. It oddly delighted her. She watched them with sharp attention.

Trying to ease the tension, Nathalie said, "Mr. Nathan, I'm sorry for leaving without a word. Please forgive me."

Nathan's anger flared at the formal address. "Mr. Nathan? Really? You're going with Mr. Nathan now?" He chuckled sarcastically.

Greta jumped in to add fuel to the fire. "Nathalie, even if Mr. Nathan is younger, he's way out of your league in status and wealth. You should stick to his last name." Nathan and Nathalie shot her a look that needed no words.

Nathan retorted, "Greta, my business is none of yours." His disdain for Greta was palpable.

Greta's face flushed, and she held her tongue.

The elevator doors slid open, but Nathan and Nathalie stayed put.

Greta was tempted to stay for the drama and lingered. But Nathan abruptly asked, "Aren't you leaving?"

With no excuse to linger, Greta shuffled away, albeit slowly, hoping to overhear more.Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

Nathalie glanced at Nathan apologetically and turned to leave. However, Nathan pulled her back and shut the elevator door behind them As the elevator descended to the basement, Nathalie looked at Nathan, stunned.

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After venting, Nathan's demeanor softened into a pout. He rested his chin on Nathalie's head, murmuring, "Nathalie, where'd you go? Don't want me anymore?"

His forlorn expression made Nathalie's heart melt. She felt guilty and explained, "Nathan, I've been living with the Brown family lately..."

Nathan's head jerked up, his earlier pout vanishing. "Nathalie, if they give you trouble, you've got to tell me. I'll have your back." Nathalie smiled warmly. "Don't worry. I've got it covered."

She turned her concern to him. "Your

granddad's trying to match you with Ashley. I think you two could be a great fit. She's smart, gorgeous, and straightforward. Plus, she comes from a family just like yours. You'd have loads in common. And it seems she really cares about you. Nathan, good matches aren't easy to find. Why not give her a shot? She might be your perfect match."

Nathan's eyes dimmed a bit. "Nathalie, I'm only 19. Isn't it too soon to dive into all that romance stuff?"

Nathalie chuckled. "I get it. You're all about the hustle right now. Just mull over what I've said. And be kind to Ashley, okay?"