Reborn From Oblivion

Nathalie figured Nathan might swipe her drink again, so she switched to juice instead. This time, Nathan left her drink alone.

It clicked for Nathalie this was his way of protesting her drinking. So, she just quietly sipped her juice.

Cameron observed their unspoken exchange, feeling an odd pang of jealousy. He couldn't believe he was actually envious of Nathan. Nathalie, usually so prickly, seemed to soften around him. "Hey, let's go check out the front," Cameron suggested, pulling Nathalie along and deliberately creating some distance between her and Nathan.

Suddenly, Nathan reached for Nathalie's hand. Cameron tugged on the other, and the pull was so intense that it hurt her a bit.

Nathan's hand was warm, enveloping hers with just the right amount of pressure, making her feel safe.

"Ms. Nathalie, I'm a huge fan of yours. Your fashion designs are incredible. Could I, as your fan, have the honor of a dance later?" Nathan asked with a charming smile.

Nathalie's expression froze. Was the future prince charming her biggest fan? If that were true, she'd be over the moon.

She was sure Nathan was just making excuses; he didn't like her hanging around Cameron because he knew Cameron was trouble.

Cameron yanked harder, causing Nathalie to stumble. Worried he might hurt her, Nathan quickly let go, helplessly watching as Cameron took her away.

Nathalie, annoyed, pulled away from Nathan. "You hurt me," she snapped.NôvelDrama.Org owns this text.

Cameron glanced back, meeting her fiery gaze. He suddenly realized he'd been so focused on winning her over that he completely ignored her well-being. Feeling a bit guilty, he apologized, "I'm sorry."

Nathalie, eyes fixed straight ahead, suddenly flashed a wicked smile. She looped her arm through Cameron's. "Save your apology for your wife, not me." In no time, Nathalie had led Cameron right to Greta.

Greta's eyes were red with anger as she glared at Nathalie. "Nathalie, have you no shame flirting with your own brother-in-law?"

Nathalie grinned widely. "Oh, Nathalie, there's a saying that what's stolen will eventually have to be returned."

That goes for Cameron and my kidneys, too. Ugh, forget it. Cameron was not worth it.

Greta, furious, raised her hand to slap Nathalie, but Cameron caught her wrist. "Greta, there are too many people watching. If you're going to make a scene, at least know when to hold yourself back."

Greta's eyes trembled, her lips quivering. "You're actually taking her side?"

Cameron pulled Greta towards the exit.

In a quiet corner, he let her go, seething with anger. "My career's finally picking up. Do you want to drag my reputation through the mud and end up homeless together?"

Tears streaming down her face, Greta pleaded, "Cameron, why did you pick Nathalie as your plus-one? You had so many other choices." Cameron's expression was stern. "It had to be her. She's a big deal in the fashion world."

Greta was overmatched and had no comeback.

Yet, jealousy burned inside her, eating away at her confidence. She collapsed into Cameron's arms, begging, "Cameron, can't you see? You've been so distant lately I'm terrified of losing you."