Reborn From Oblivion

Ashley sprang to her feet, eyes blazing like fire as she glared at Nathalie. "Nathalie, what's your deal? Do you even realize how out of line you're being? He's my fiancé, so back off."

Nathalie stayed cool, pouring herself a glass of wine. Just as she was about to take a sip, Morris leaned forward, his long, graceful fingers gently pressing down on her glass.noveldrama

"Don't drink," he said softly.

Nathalie gave a wry smile, meeting his gaze. "Why don't you go ahead and tell her about us?"

Morris replied, "Since when do we need to explain our business to anyone?"

Ashley stared at Morris, her disbelief turning to shock. She'd always thought his aloofness was just part of his mysterious charm, not realizing he simply couldn't be bothered with her.

Her face went white. "Nathan, I'm your fiancée..."

Morris finally turned to Ashley. "Ashley, I make my own decisions about my life. Not even my father can tell me what to do."

His words left both Dean and Ashley feeling uneasy and exposed.

Ashley began to cry, "Nathan, I'm the one who truly loves you."

Pointing at Nathalie, she continued, "Don't let my cousin fool you. She acts all innocent, but she doesn't love you. She's just after what you can give her, pretending to care so you'll do her bidding. The one she truly loves is Cameron, not you, Nathan."

Morris's usually gentle demeanor turned frosty as he fixed his gaze on Ashley. "Do you really think I can't tell who's genuine and who's not? I don't need you to enlighten me."

Ashley pleaded, "Nathan, trust me. My cousin can't possibly love you. These business people, they're just using flattery to manipulate you."

Morris retorted, "If she's using me, I'm more than willing."

Nathalie shut her eyes, a wave of pain washing over her.

Ashley's words hit her hard, making her understand why Morris chose to stay at Rainbow Bridge instead of going home after he got out. He was so starved for real love that he felt nothing but despair for the world, choosing the life of a wanderer over returning to his family.

Nathalie's heart ached with regret, wishing she hadn't given the McCoy family a second chance.

Morris sighed deeply, seeing the overwhelming sadness in Nathalie's eyes. It nearly broke him. How could he stand by? He needed to put an end to this charade. "Ashley, I'm not marrying you. Let it go."

Ashley's face fell, her dreams of marrying Morris shattering. She'd always pictured

herself in a white dress, walking down the aisle to him.

"Nathan, whether you believe it or not, you and she will never be together. We're the ones meant to be."

Morris eyed her calmly. "Ashley, fate isn't set in stone."

Ashley started trembling uncontrollably.

"Fate can change?"

Morris nodded. "In this life, you and I are destined to remain strangers."

Ashley refused to accept it. "No way."

She pointed at Nathalie. "What's she got? She's just damaged goods."

Before the words fully left her mouth, Morris slammed his glass on the table in anger, shattering it. The shards sliced into his skin, causing blood to flow.

Ashley screamed.

"Ahhh."

But Nathalie moved quickly, like a shot from a bow, fetching a first-aid skilled hands, she took out

kit. With

iodine, cotton, and tweezers,

reaching for Morris's hand...

Yet Morris clenched his fist tightly, refusing to let Nathalie see his wound.

"Nathalie, don't look."