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,

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

"No need," he dismissed.

the courage to ask, "Was the embroidery on the shirt handcrafted by a skilled

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

one with the initials MH."

a noncommittal

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

That's love

suddenly choked, his face

thinking about returning to

who looked down, not responding, and furiously ate my meal as if it would allow

that." I packed my lunchbox and left his office

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

greeted

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

she nodded, looking pitiful, "Yes, such

So, Kate must have known about Daniel's incident last night, but she had an alibi of being at