Rebirth Into My Second Chance

Chapter 202

Helen knocked on the door and peeked in, "Ms. Claire, it's lunchtime."

Rubbing my head, I attempted to get up, only to be reminded of last night's ordeal, leaving me with a sore back and aching muscles.

Compared to his usual intensity, Max had been somewhat gentler last night, probably because of my pregnancy. Still, the length of time had taken its toll!

I couldn't help but notice Helen's smirk, eerily reminiscent of Max's own mischievous grin.

"Do you think there was no need to decorate that spare room, assuming we'd just end up sharing a bed anyway?" I teased her.

She nodded seriously, "Should I bring some flowers in here?"

I tilted my head, "No need, the sandalwood scent here is quite nice."

Looking around, I noted the absence of any incense, yet the sandalwood fragrance lingered.

"Mr. Hilton is fond of incense, so he's hired experts to manage it. They visit daily at set times to refresh or change the scents according to his mood. Though the aromas are similar, their effects vary, lasting the whole day." Helen must have seen my puzzled look.

set the elite apart

was an

it involved specialized incense masters tailoring scents to the

"Where's Max?"

name, causing Helen to pause before explaining, "Is that your nickname for him? Mr. Hilton's full name is Maximilian Hilton. And we jokingly call him Grim Reaper. There was a mix-up where 'MH' was embroidered on one of his shirts instead of

mixed feelings; the shirt was a one-of-a-kind item, and I'd stumbled upon

was Max having

tore, it

up

Hilton family stemmed from societal inequalities and

Helen asked, seeing my downturned head, concerned she might have

I shook my head.

strive to improve themselves; Richard did

himself superior to the Hilton family,

into

selected for me, something

yet from