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.

slap me. In my sneakers, I dodged easily and pushed her back, causing her to stumble and almost reveal too much with

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

looked down at her,

you are to take Max away? I was the one who was there for him through medical school and learning,

his life? Didn't he choose to meet me on his own?"

some secret she

up, she sneered. Suddenly, two bodyguards wearing sunglasses

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

she signaled the

glance, they hesitated, not daring to touch me. Behind Tracey, a figure appeared, and his aura was so chilling that it seemed

whom?" Max's voice cut

coldly announced "The international project launches tomorrow. You'll be