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

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

"No need," he dismissed.

my lip but mustered the courage to ask, "Was the

he regained his composure. "If you like it, I'll have this skilled artisan do one for you next

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

noncommittal grunt, and mentioned

I looked at his lunchbox filled with chicken soup and grilled salmon, both excellent for healing wounds, teased, "Mr. Collins' cooking isn't

That's love

cough! He suddenly choked, his face

Still thinking about returning to grad school?" Max asked, changing

down, not responding, and furiously ate my meal as if

so let's leave it at that." I packed my lunchbox and left

managed to kick Kate out last night. But before I could find out, I bumped into Claude, pushing Kate in

greeted

tell me you fell

guess, but she nodded, looking pitiful, "Yes, such a shame to

Daniel's incident last night, but she