Rebirth Into My Second Chance

When I swung the door open, there was Claude, holding a couple of bottles of milk, the scent of liquor still lingering on him.

As he walked in, the mix of tobacco and his cool demeanor was oddly comforting. But knowing him better, I instinctively clenched my fist and stepped back.

I had loved him deeply once, but loving him was like playing with fire. Now, even a glance felt like a risk to my heart.

"Why the surprise visit?" I managed, despite the blend of his scent and aura that filled the air.

He glanced around my modest living space, hinting at his disapproval, "Not coming back with me?"

His silence when I didn't respond was broken as he handed me the milk, "My mom mentioned you liked the Hilton family's brand."

I hesitated, the bottle hanging in the air between us. Having been raised by the Hart family, my tastes had indeed become refined, courtesy of Mrs. Hart's insistence on quality to make up for other lacks. "Is your hand still hurting?" He assumed, noticing my hesitation. "Did you apply any ointment?"

hand, "Just took a milk bath,

His expression darkened immediately.

"I've got my internship at Century Wellness Hospital's emergency department tomorrow.

was how his actions had forced me into this position, robbing me of my

"Still mad at me?"

I merely

stepped closer, trapping me against the wall. "Claire Floyd, you're acting quite

dislikes, fought off any

the days when he would comfort me, back when I was a newly brought child to the Hart family. He froze at

over Kate now?" I whispered,

pushed me away with a sharp,