Rebirth Into My Second Chance

Chapter 200

"Ms. Claire, you don't need to feel pressured as you're the only woman Mr. Hilton has ever brought back to the Hilton Mansion. It is testament enough that he doesn't care about your background. He wants you only. In a bold move that shocked the social circles, Mr. Hilton canceled his engagement with the Goodwin family last month. The older generation pushed too hard, even threatening to pull their shares, but Mr. Hilton, with his fierce presence in the business world, left them no room to retaliate. Yet, they dared to orchestrate an attack on Mr. Hilton. You know what? Mr. Hilton has almost lost his life, bedridden for a month, and the moment he could stand, he went looking for you..."

As Helen spoke, her eyes briefly met mine, then quickly darted down, silence taking over. I could unmistakably feel Max's presence behind me.

"Let me know if you need anything, Ms. Claire. I'll take my leave," Helen said, her quick departure signaling Max's unshakeable status within the Hilton family.

"Max, what did they do to you? Are you hurt?" The thought of Max being unable to leave the bed for a whole month was heart-wrenching.

My concern was palpable as I reached out to lift his shirt, but he caught my wrist.

"Seriously, do you want to do this here with cameras everywhere?" His voice was a low murmur, tinged with amusement.

as I realized we were in a public setting. "I just wanted to see

we go to my room?" His suggestion, accompanied by a teasing smile, made my heart skip a

I clarified, leading the way, my pace

the study, I glimpsed Eaton was still kneeling within. Our eyes met, and I quickly looked away, feeling guilty. Max asked, "Don't

shook my head, not wanting to delve into

past.life's regrets to protect you and our future." Max's words were sincere, his gaze intense as he lifted her chin, his lips meeting my

back. Could I ever truly stand by Max's side, not as a burden but as his

I want is Claire, regardless

a balm to my soul even as I fought back

instinctively wrapping around his waist. His kisses, initially salty from

Surned sweet, transporting me

to a blissful place.