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.

slowly opened his eyes, rubbed his temples, and stood up to ask, "Do you want to stay at

to take me

some of your homemade

feeling pretty good. No spaghetti tonight," he

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

his eyes before he quickly looked away,

air felt heavy for a moment, but he didn't

"What about Ms. Floyd?"

Still no response.

I said as I

en

Max said, sounding

turned away, pretending

your favorite, barbecue

I was stunned.

in

ribs was Richard. The Harts never liked it,

craved it,

Richard.

thought I had

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