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

was

for the elite, it involved specialized incense masters tailoring scents to the homeowner's whims, something

"Where's Max?"

nickname for him? Mr. Hilton's full name is Maximilian Hilton. And we jokingly call him Grim Reaper. There was

feelings; the shirt was a

shocked me further was Max

up, whenever my clothes tore, it was the orphanage director who

welled up in

for the Hilton family stemmed from societal inequalities and the stark divide between the rich and the

did I say something wrong?" Helen asked, seeing my downturned head, concerned she might have

I shook my head.

something that everyone can control. People can strive to improve themselves; Richard did become better through

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

into

selected for me, something

yet from