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.

gown and 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 much with her princess dress. "Claire, you dare to

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

down at

him through medical school and learning, and he never got close to anyone but me! Yet everything changed

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

some secret she didn't

up, she sneered. Suddenly, two bodyguards wearing

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

she signaled the bodyguards

Behind Tracey, a figure appeared, and his aura

whom?" Max's

but Max coldly announced "The international project launches tomorrow. You'll be in charge of it abroad.