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

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

"No need," he dismissed.

"Was the embroidery on the shirt handcrafted

he regained his composure. "If you like it, I'll have

an embroidered one with the initials MH."

didn't react much, just a noncommittal grunt, and mentioned he was

looked at his lunchbox filled with chicken soup and grilled salmon, both excellent for healing wounds, teased, "Mr.

That's love right

cough! He suddenly choked, his face

today. Still thinking about returning to grad school?"

not responding, and furiously ate my meal as if it would allow me to chew

that." I packed my lunchbox and

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

greeted

her leg, "Don't tell me you

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

Daniel's incident last night, but she had an alibi of being