Rebirth Into My Second Chance

Claude watched Kate, his resolve as firm as a rock. "Mom's coming by tomorrow, so make sure Claire's here, and you've got to give her a real apology."

if he despised me, he'd marry me, only to keep tormenting me after.

His voice was low, yet every word rang clear to me. He meant that Gabrielle was on her way to see me, and if I weren't there, Gabrielle would make a fuss with Claude. He was always a mama's boy in his previous life, always hanging on every word his mother said. Even "It's fine. It was for Kate anyway." I forced a smile, my lips tight, an almost crying look on my face as I glanced at Claude before turning away.

Claude sighed deeply, his expression turning sour. "Kate, get your bag and show Claire what you've packed. If you haven't taken anything, Claire won't hold it against you."

"Claude!" Kate stomped her foot in frustration. "I never even went into her room, okay? The clothes were mine, and as for her bracelet, I didn't even know about it."

I covered my mouth in surprise. "So, this pajama set was your own doing, Kate? Did you slip something in the soup, hoping to sleep with Claude in haste so Mrs. Hart would have to accept you?"

I knew Claude well. He was traditional about relationships before marriage. He wouldn't want Kate.

After I ended up in his bed in another life, I knew how much he detested it, getting rid of everything I touched and replacing them with new items. Kate wouldn't be an exception, especially since he disliked manipulative people the most. "Claude, I just wanted..." Kate's whiny voice made my skin crawl.

Claude spoke for Kate. "Claire, Kate will be your future sister-in-law. You can't talk to her like that. Your bracelet should remain there since she's never been in your room."

I scoffed coldly. 'How come Claude isn't disgusted by Kate's manipulative ways this time?'

"I'll come back some other day for it. I'm heading to my apartment

to leave when Claude grabbed my wrist. "It's too late. I'll

it. "No

came closer. "Acting

me." I pointed to where his grip

home these next few days.

hand.

of you and Kate. And I'm a doctor can take care of a small burnol fear there might be more

words subtly jabbed

frowned, "Kate apologized

"An apology doesn't cut

troubled. "What

I tilted my head up,

flowed freely,

leaving." I turned and strode

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