Rebirth Into My Second Chance

Chapter 230

In the dead of night, I had just dozed off when I thought I heard someone fiddling with the lock. Instinctively, I grabbed my phone and hid in the corner, only to see the guy who was supposed to fix the stainless steel appliances earlier, trying to unlock my door. Richard was getting impatient.

But the moment he managed to get the door open and stepped inside, he just froze and collapsed onto the floor with a loud thud. I walked out from my hiding spot, rubbing my forehead in frustration.

Max, armed with a baseball bat, had knocked Richard's guy out cold.

"Why couldn't you just go with the flow and let Richard's thug cart me away?"

After stepping over the unconscious intruder, Max's bodyguard dragged the guy away without a word. Max approached me with a smirk, his voice dark and ominous, "I agreed to play the part of a couple on the rocks, but I never intended to let anyone think the Hilton family's security is anything less than stellar."

I couldn't help but let out a derisive laugh, which seemed to irk him, for the next second, I found myself lifted off the ground in his arms.

sneak in and sleep next to you," he murmured, his voice husky in my ear. For some reason, Max had become unusually

you weren't

His question made me pause. Truth be told, I didn't really know him before my rebirth. The Max I knew was the one who, to prevent harming me, endured the pain of purging the drugs from his system alone. The one who, thinking I was infatuated with Claude, kept his distance to protect me, always appearing cold and

there were sorrows out there far greater, and that even the convicted deserved a chance

my arms around

forcing their love or causing heartache, but my leading man is healing my heart, showing me there's more to fe than dwetting on my own pain.

probably the first time I had

his nose against mine, opting to enjoy the moment in

thought he had fallen asleep, he whispered, "I'll always be your advisor, standing by your side. But you can't run

didn't respond, closing my

of joyful times

images of pregnant girls turned into charred bodies. I wasn't a saint, but now that I was caught in this cycle of