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.

was what set the elite apart from ordinary

was

tailoring scents to the homeowner's whims, something beyond my

"Where's Max?"

Hilton. And we jokingly call him Grim Reaper. There was a mix-up where

the shirt was a one-of-a-kind item, and I'd stumbled

was Max

tore, it was the orphanage

welled up in

societal inequalities and the stark divide between the rich and the

wrong?" Helen asked, seeing my downturned head, concerned she

I shook my head.

that everyone can control. People can strive to improve themselves;

with proving himself superior to the Hilton family, he lost his

into an

selected for me, something

modest yet