NovelStartChapter 866 Nathalie lay there, staring up at the ceiling, her mind a whirlwind of confusion and panic. Was it possible she had feelings for Morris? And were these embarrassing dreams just her mind's way of dealing with her guilt over that? Not good news, considering Morris was already spoken for.
Across town, Lincoln was also tossing and turning that night. Ever since Morris entered their world, Lincoln's nerves had been on high alert. He could see that Nathalie's feelings for Morris were deep, almost like they were written into her DNA. But he couldn't shake the feeling that Morris wasn't the right guy for her.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtSure, Morris had his challenges, like his disability and that stint in jail, which would make many women think twice.
After a long night of thinking, Lincoln decided: he had to keep Nathalie and Morris apart, whatever it took. The next morning, Nathalie woke up without the help of an alarm clock. As she made her way downstairs, she was taken aback by how lively the house was.
Lincoln and his brother Dean, who could usually be counted on to argue about anything and everything, were actually playing a gof chess. Out in the garden, Ashley and Morris were taking a leisurely stroll, and in the kitchen, a new maid was busy whipping up lunch.
"Dad, what's up today?" Nathalie asked Lincoln, clearly puzzled.
Lincoln replied, "Vivian, today is family reunion day, a tradition started by your great-grandfather. Our families might have been at each other's throats for years, but we can't ignore what he set up." Nathalie mumbled to herself, "Funny, I don't remember any family reunions recently." Feeling like she didn't quite fit in with the buzz around her, Nathalie headed upstairs to hang out with her puppy. Once Nathalie was out of earshot, Dean dropped the act and said to Lincoln, "Does your daughter know you're planning to sell Morris out?" Lincoln shrugged, "Vivian and Morris are just friends. Since your Ashley and the rest of your clan seem to like him so much, I'm happy to support your little plan." Dean gave him a look that screamed disbelief. "Are you seriously okay with Morris ending up with my daughter?" Lincoln chuckled, "If your daughter can win him over, I'd be thrilled." "Don't say I didn't warn you," Dean replied, thinking Lincoln might be underestimating Morris's charm.
"No regrets, Lincoln said, but his eyes kept darting upstairs, betraying his concern. Eventually, he lost interest in the chess match, pushed the board away, and said, "I'm going to check on Nathalie." Dean nodded, understanding.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmLincoln hurried upstairs and peeked into Nathalie's room. She was sitting by the window, cradling her puppy, lost in thought.
"Vivian," he called softly.
Nathalie turned to look at him.
Lincoln walked over, gently tousling her hair. "Confused about what I'm doing?"
Nathalie nodded. "Yeah, I always Death thought our families would be at forever. But suddenly, Dad, odds you're making peace with them. It's really confusing."
Lincoln took a deep breath. "I haven't made peace with them. I've made peace with myself. As I get older, I think more about your grandfather. He used to tellhow good your great-uncle Jules was to him. They weren't always at each other's throats. For a long time, Jules was like a father to him. I can't help but wonder if things would've been different if your great-grandfather had been fair to them both. Maybe Jules wouldn't have gotten so envious and lost his way."
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