Rebirth Into My Second Chance

When I was about to take a bite, Max stormed out with a frosty look on his face.

I pouted and snatched the spoon from Richard, saying, "Max is like a block of ice, so hard to crack."

Richard, lost in thought for a moment, finally said, "But I think he treats you differently."

I took a big bite of the burger.

With a dismissive tone, I said, "How different can it be? He just said with a straight face that he couldn't fall for a patient."

Richard laughed at me, "You really hit your head hard, didn't you? He just doesn't like patients, but he never said he doesn't like Claire Floyd. Even if he doesn't like Claire Floyd, maybe he could like Ms. Floyd, right?" I gave him a thumbs-up.

After eating, I took a nap, confident that Richard wouldn't leave me alone with the IV line.

Feeling somewhat refreshed, I woke up to find Max sitting by my bed.

Realizing I had slept through the afternoon, the setting sun cast a beautiful glow on Max's face through the window, his long lashes casting shadows under his eyes, making him look even more stunning.

His features were more delicate than most girls', and with a more lively personality, I bet he'd be incredibly popular.

Was he tired? Why did he fall asleep here?

Noticing the IV had been removed, I realized he had been taking care of me.

eyes, rubbed his temples, and stood up to ask, "Do you want to stay at the hospital tonight, or

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for some of

you're feeling pretty good. No spaghetti tonight," he refused, somewhat

well when you're hurt," he added, seemingly

quickly looked away, and then I

a moment, but he

"What about Ms. Floyd?"

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turned away, pretending to ignore

got your favorite,

I was stunned.

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was Richard. The Harts never liked

craved it, I'd

Richard.

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enjoy some barbecue ribs. Back then, liking Claude felt like an obsession. If he didn't like it, I wouldn't dare