Rebirth Into My Second Chance

Chapter 226

When I got back to the Hilton family mansion, Max practically swept me off my feet and carried me inside, and I hadn't even put on my shoes. There I was, my bare feet dangling in the air, feeling utterly embarrassed. I buried my face in Max's chest, seeking some comfort in the warmth. And then Helen, ever the attentive one, came jogging over, saying, "Mr. Hilton, the bath in your room is ready, and I've added the rose petals Ms. Claire likes."

I was so shy, I wished I could just vanish right then and there.

When on earth had Max planned all this?

"Max, I'd like to bathe alone," I said, wriggling out of his arms. He didn't insist, just gently set me down.

Just then, his new chauffeur walked in, maintaining a respectful distance, and reported, "Mr. Hilton, you left your phone in the car. Brought it over for you. Also, there was an incoming call."

Max acknowledged with a nod, taking the phone before disappearing into his study.

As I turned to head into his bedroom-a place I hadn't entered before since I was always assigned a different room-it hit me just how lavish everything was. The décor was all rich mahogany, the floors were intricately patterned with herringbone parquet, and the ceiling was a masterpiece of craftsmanship.

a walk-in wardrobe, was something most people could only dream of. But for Max,

with him. He's just been waiting for the right time, wanting to respect your

the situation dawned

the detective bureau, I'd thought I was closing in on Tracie, only to have Ronald suggest it might be a smokescreen by Richard. My sorrow had quickly turned

must have anticipated my moves, or perhaps he knew all along what

of the bathtub alone, a reminder of

to my days

Haven of Hope Orphanage

leaning against the edge, it hit me just how well Richard had me figured

noticed Max slipping in. He was dressed in a light, white silk pajama set, with one button undone at the collar, revealing a hint of his

knowing full well

had his own wild ways of expressing

some flower-scented water,

are on the outs It might lower his guard, allow me to get closer," I suggested, the words barely out