Rebirth Into My Second Chance

Max could effortlessly dominate the talk whenever the conversation turned to anything medical. He shattered the stereotype that people with Asperger's syndrome struggled with communication, pulling me close to let everyone know he was capable of love. "Max, why me?" I asked.

"It's always been you," he replied, a smirk playing on his lips as if he had anticipated my question.

The expo seemed endless, and as potential business partners swarmed him, Max suggested I head to the lounge to rest.

But the journey there was anything but restful. Journalists greeted me and snapped photos, yet none dared to approach me with questions.

Instead, they whispered among themselves, "Who is this lady? Never heard of her before."

"Look at her, dressed so plainly. What's her deal? Apart from her looks, which family could she come from that matches the Hilton family? How could Mr. Hilton be interested in her?"

But I didn't care. Perhaps that was the effect I was aiming for, but Max had honored me with this distinction before I could make any moves. He made it known to all that I was his. Upon reaching the lounge, Tracey was already there waiting for me.

heels, she raised her hand to slap me. In my sneakers, I dodged easily and pushed her back, causing her to stumble and almost reveal too

you've worked hard to climb to your current position. Does it hurt to see me effortlessly disrupt your efforts? So,

looked down at her, her eyes

for him through medical school and learning, and he never got close to

myself into his life? Didn't he

speechless, hiding some secret she didn't

up, she sneered. Suddenly, two bodyguards wearing sunglasses flanked

one last time. You stay away from Max, or I won't be easy on you

signaled the bodyguards

touch me. Behind Tracey, a figure appeared, and his aura was

easy on whom?" Max's voice

pale at the sight of him. She looked at Max, attempting to explain, but Max coldly announced "The international project