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.

raised her hand to slap me. In my sneakers, I dodged easily and pushed her back, causing her

your current position. Does it hurt to see me effortlessly disrupt your efforts? So, now, you want to hit me,

at

Claire, who do you think you are to take Max away? I was the one who was there for him through medical school and learning, and he never

did I ever force myself into his life? Didn't he choose to meet me on his own?" I

some secret she didn't want me

up, she sneered. Suddenly, two

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

signaled the

Tracey, a figure appeared, and

Max's voice cut

attempting to explain, but Max coldly announced "The international project launches tomorrow. You'll be in charge of it abroad. Don't