Rebirth Into My Second Chance

"Max is just not your average guy," Tracey spat out as if she had reached her limit. She didn't realize Max was already coming toward us.

I let my hand go limp in her grip, dropping it to the side with a dramatic flop. "Max, it hurts."

He quickly stepped in, pulling me away from Tracey. "Tracey, if you don't like it, leave."

After he carefully checked my wrist and was satisfied it was okay, Max relaxed.

But ever persistent, Tracey tried to speak again. Max cut her off coldly, "My father arranged the engagement without my consent. You want to get married, don't you? Go find whoever arranged it and marry him."

The subtext was clear. Tracey might as well be going to hell to ask Death God for a husband. I couldn't help but snort with laughter. What could be wrong with Max?

Tracey looked wronged. "Max, after all these years by your side, do you not remember anything?"

I looked at Max, wondering if he had ever lost his memory.

Max just gave Tracey a cold, unimpressed look.

Asperger's syndrome, inherently incapable of love. So, Alan sent you to volunteer at the orphanage to care for those homeless kids. And that was when I came into

a glimmer of warmth in Max's usually cold eyes. Was it possible he had Asperger's syndrome? But wasn't I the one he met? How did

Asperger's syndrome. I just knew you weren't the

all pretense of dignity was a sight. All these years, she thought she had succeeded in deceiving him. But in the end, Max couldn't care less about

Max wrapped an arm around my waist, smirking, "Should I demonstrate for her?" What? It took me a moment to push

How could someone with such a beautiful laugh be

Tracey was left alone with her meal, while I took Max for some simple comfort food, hamburgers and

Back to

the

Hilton family's offerings?"

I realized his smile had become a

incapable of love," I teased him

that seemed to provoke

novel bet

against the elevator wall with the same mischievous grin. "How will

my head and nudged his chin with