Rebirth Into My Second Chance

Richard quickly withdrew his hand from my cheek, where he had been about to pinch me, and turned his attention to the newcomer. "Dr. Hilton, you've arrived. Thank you for saving my sister earlier." The cleverness in his statement was twofold: it not only expressed gratitude to Max but also subtly reminded him of my role as the 'sister', placing me in a familial, rather than romantic, context. However, Max, ever the stoic, merely glanced at me with detached concern. "Does your head still hurt?"

Taken aback by his directness, I lowered my voice and replied, "Yes, it does."

Max moved closer, his steps quickening as he gently examined the bandage on my wound. Behind him, Richard couldn't suppress a mocking laugh, sticking out his tongue at me in a gesture of disdain before leaving the room, giving Max and me some privacy. "The wound looks fine. Where does it hurt?" Max asked, his professional demeanor firmly in place.

"My heart aches," I replied, reaching to pull his hand towards my chest. He withdrew swiftly, clearly unamused by the flirtation.

It was a stark contrast to the night before when he had talked about sharing a lifetime of meals together. Now, here he was, all business.

"Dr. Hilton, isn't a heartache just a stress-induced palpitation from trauma? Am I wrong?" I challenged him, feigning innocence.

"No, you're not wrong," he admitted, seemingly at a loss. Then, to my amusement, he took out a stethoscope and began to check my heartbeat. "You know, for a surgeon, it's quite odd to carry a stethoscope around."

"I figured you'd say your heart was hurting," he replied with a sly glance, scribbling something on my chart after a brief examination.

"It's just a minor concussion. Keep an eye on it and come back to the hospital if there are any problems."

I teased, jumping off the bed. The sudden movement startled him, but

took the opportunity to

let's see how you can keep

certain he was Maximilian, not just Max. I needed him to admit it on Hilton family grounds, or he'd find a way to deny it. Or better yet, to catch him off guard and

said, turning his face away but not resisting

we'll continue this at your

His ears reddened noticeably.

him and

and I

en

time, his familiar scent enveloping

seemed to think I was pretending, but he played

at a loss, lifting me into his

called his name, and he merely

just Max. But he was Maximilian, and his closeness had a purpose. Without it, I wouldn't have been able to identify the true