Rebirth Into My Second Chance

He furrowed his brows.

I couldn't help but give a slight smile. I was deliberately teasing Max.

"Why are you up? You've got a fever. Here, take this fever reducer," I said as I handed him the medicine.

He grunted, took the medicine, and washed it down with water. Then, he lowered his head back to the pile of documents he was scrutinizing.

Right on cue, my stomach growled. "Dr. Hilton, aren't you hungry?"

He looked up at me. "Let's eat together."

I snapped back to reality and pointed at the lunchbox. "My folks sent me some food. You should have some, too!"

I turned to see another lunchbox on the table, which hadn't been there before.

He cleared his throat. "That's from Ronald."

"Oh," I said, realizing Ronald had sent it.

I chatted, "Dr. Hilton, what about your family? Don't they send you meals?"

voice neutral,

could send it to the dry cleaners. Or, if it's inconvenient, I could wash it for you." It was the least I could

"No need," he dismissed.

ask, "Was the embroidery on the shirt handcrafted by a skilled artisan? It's quite

"If you like it, I'll have this skilled artisan

an embroidered one with the initials MH." I said it to gauge

react much, just a noncommittal grunt,

when I looked at his lunchbox filled with chicken soup and grilled salmon,

That's love

cough! He suddenly choked,

about

and furiously ate my meal as if it would allow me

so let's leave it at that." I

Claude had managed to kick Kate out last night. But before I could find out,

Kate greeted

her leg, "Don't tell me you fell while carrying

wild guess, but she nodded, looking pitiful, "Yes, such a

furrowed. So, Kate must have known about Daniel's incident last night, but she