Reborn From Oblivion (Nellie and Cameron) novel Chapter 968

Nathalie puffed out her cheeks in frustration, mumbling to herself, “Who on earth decides it’s a good idea to leave sage bundles at the entrance to a company? If I can’t get in through the front door, I’ll just find another way.”

She strolled around to the back of the building. Sure enough, nestled along the side wall was a small side door. Without a second thought, Nathalie slipped right in.

Just inside, to her right, was the executive elevator. Nathalie hesitated for only a split second before pushing the button. When the doors slid open, she stepped in.

The elevator was empty. She glanced around, checking out the ads and notices posted on the wall. Tucked in a corner, she spotted the floor number for the Morris Corporation’s CEO office.

She pressed nine. When the elevator stopped, she stepped out onto the ninth floor.

What Nathalie didn’t know was that, down in the security room, staff were breaking out in a cold sweat as they watched the elevator mysteriously select a floor and move all on its own.

She found the CEO’s office easily—the door was wide open. Nathan was sitting there, totally composed in his black leather chair, while several clients stood across from him, energetically pitching their proposals. The desperate hope for a deal was written all over their faces.

At first, Nathalie hung back, worried she’d interrupt. But then she realized—nobody in the room could see her. Emboldened, she wandered right in.

She felt completely at home, poking around Nathan’s office, checking out this and that. Her eyes landed on a knitted sunflower lying on the sofa. Curious, she picked it up.

There was something familiar about the way it was made. Then it clicked—she had knitted this exact toy for Nathan when they were kids, back when he was just a lonely boy trying to survive on the streets.

Suddenly, someone at the front of the room let out a scream.

Nathalie jerked her head up, startled.

Everyone in the room was staring, wide-eyed, at the sunflower now floating midair in her invisible hands.

Only then did it dawn on her—they could see the sunflower, but not her. Did they think it was some kind of ghost?

His gaze never left the sunflower. For a split second, Nathalie thought she saw a flicker of longing and tenderness in his eyes.

After the others left, the room was suddenly quiet.

Nathalie was rooted to the spot, feeling awkward and guilty. She didn’t know whether to put the sunflower down or keep holding it.

Nathan walked toward her, stopping right in front of her. He reached out with his long, graceful fingers—hands so elegant they could’ve belonged to a sculpture.

He gently took hold of the sunflower.

He wasn’t forceful; he was unbelievably gentle as he spoke, voice barely above a whisper: “Nathalie, is that you?”