NovelUSALincoln and Jules were still locked in their chess match, neither gaining an upper hand after several rounds.
When Lincoln saw Nathalie step into the room, he paused the gwith curiosity. "Vivian," he asked, "weren't you busy in the kitchen? You've left Nathan alone in there, and he's not exactly nimble. How's he supposed to manage on his own? What's up with that?" Jules, not impressed, chimed in, "Con, Lincoln, what kind of dad are you being? Vivian's a young lady- delicate and all that. The kitchen's no place for her. You're not planning on turning this little princess into srough-and-tumble chef, are you?" Lincoln crossed his arms, a bit defensive. "Jules, I didn't know you could be so sneaky. Do I really need you pretending to care about my daughter? Trying to stir up trouble between us?" Jules chuckled mischievously. "Sure, Vivian's your daughter, but she's my niece too. You know I've never married or had kids, which I regret. We're like brothers, Lincoln, so isn't your girl like my own?" Lincoln shook his head, clicking his tongue in disbelief.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtJules leaned in, playful yet earnest, "Lincoln, you're a smart guy, and Vivian's got your brains and beauty. Here's a thought I'd love to make her my goddaughter. What do you say?" Lincoln jumped up, pointing at Jules, simmering with anger. "Jules, I thought of you as a brother, and now you're trying to take my daughter away? That's low!" Jules grinned, "Hey, calm down! I've got Vincent Corporation, which is way richer than your Stewart Enterprise. If Vivian becomes my goddaughter, she'll have a stake in it when I'm gone." Lincoln's eyes flared with determination. "Oh, it's on! I'll work my tail off to one-up you. One day, my Vivian won't have to lift a finger. She'll just sit back and count her money." Jules laughed heartily. "Lincoln, you haven't changed-still as fiery and competitive as ever." Nathalie watched the two old friends bicker, finding it amusing, and decided to stay out of it. Instead, she settled into a chair, lost in her own thoughts.
Soon, the kitchen door swung open.
Morris rolled in, balancing a tray of food on his lap like a pro, looking as intense as a hitman. The dishes gleamed like they were straight out of a chef's dream.
Nathalie quickly got up and met him halfway.
She took the tray from him and set it on the kontable. Back and forthe velvet she until the table was overflowing with dishes. with dishes.
Lincoln was taken aback. "Nathan, I had no idea you could cook like this!" Morris shot a tender glance at Nathalie.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmLincoln nudged Jules to sit, grabbing a fork, and k, and then realized the spread t exactly his usual for Spread helongs to "Have I ever seen these dishes before?"
Lincoln picked up a BBQ rib, frowning. "These they're a these look amazing, but tough for me."
Nathalie wheeled Morris over and sat beside him. Morris picked up a rib, placing into Nathalie's bowl. The it content is on novelenglish.net! "Since Uncle can't handle it, Nathalie, you should dig in." Nathalie lit up. "Awesome, ribs are my favorite!" Lincoln gave Morris a knowing look.
"You sneaky devil, you made these ribs just for Vivian, didn't you?”
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