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?"

he replied, his voice neutral, betraying

the corner of my eye, I noticed a black bag with a blood-stained shirt in it. "Your shirt's got blood on it. We 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.

bit my lip but mustered the courage to ask, "Was the embroidery on

indifferent expression faltered for a moment before he regained his composure. "If you like it, I'll have this skilled artisan do one for you

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

react much, just a noncommittal grunt, and mentioned he

looked at his lunchbox filled with chicken soup and grilled salmon, both excellent for

That's love

suddenly choked, his

Still thinking about returning

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

it at that." I packed my lunchbox and left his office without waiting for

last night. But before I could find out, I bumped

greeted me

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

nodded, looking pitiful, "Yes,

about Daniel's incident last night, but she