Rebirth Into My Second Chance

"Passing through the wild wind, slow down..." After hanging up with Ronald, I caught a tune on my way home from work that hit home. It felt like I was navigating through a rainstorm to return to this life.

I decided to walk back to my apartment. Being a doctor needed good stamina. Otherwise, keeping up with someone like Max would run me into the ground.

As I neared my apartment, a Rolls-Royce Phantom was out front. Max stood by the car door, handing a paper bag to a man who descended from the vehicle.

Dressed in a suit and white gloves, which made him look like a chauffeur, the man took the bag with both hands after giving Max a slight bow. He placed it inside the car, took another paper bag, and handed it to Max. Before leaving, he bowed again to Max. Expressionless, Max caught a glimpse of me from the corner of his eye. He turned slightly, looked at me, and then signaled to the driver, who promptly drove off.

I didn't ask who that was, and he did not explain, so we headed upstairs together.

"Thanks for yesterday and the work on the operating table today," I said, breaking the silence in the elevator.

Max was not much for socializing, so I was at a loss for what else to say. But recalling what happened the previous night and seeing he didn't mention it, I guessed it didn't bother him. Yet, when I glanced at him, his ears were red.

soon as the elevator doors opened, he stepped out first, leaving the paper bag at my door

Max's bag filled with milk from the Hilton family. So,

unlock my door,

I always double-locked my door, no matter the rush. Instantly on alert grabbed the milk bag and knocked on Max's door, glancing back at my apartment door. Sure, I heard a click from

knocking grew frantic. "Max, Max, open

but he quickly shut it before

heard the sound of my door opening and closing, too.

shivering. "I... I don't know who. I've never given

fear and recent betrayals, but I found myself holding onto

to the floor. I braced for pain, but instead, I felt a soft, sweet sensation on my lips. My eyes flew open, only to realize Chad accidentally pressed my lips to Max's. If last night was a blur, it was a clear, unmistakable taste on his

He murmured, prompting me

didn't mean to. Let me