Rebirth Into My Second Chance

Chapter 256

It must have been the half-year kiss drought that got us all mushy and tangled, a mess of limbs and longing. When I shifted towards him, Max wrapped his arms around me like he was trying to merge our souls.

I was practically petrified in his hold, not daring to make any sudden moves.

Seems like Max was channeling half a year's worth of frustration because it took him a while before he finally let me go. Those deep-set eyes of his pierced into mine as he whispered with a touch of pain, "Claire Floyd, I've never met anyone as heartless as you." I teased him by circling my arms around his neck, "What's it gonna be, Max? Have you been around the block or have I been the only stop? Dare to compare me with someone else?"

He sighed, clearly outmaneuvered, and before I knew it, I was swept off my feet, literally hanging on to him for dear life, his warm breath tickling my skin. "Claire Floyd, did you miss me?"

"You first," I said, even though my heart screamed yes. But I had my pride, and unless he pushed, I wasn't budging.

Maybe I was just being stubborn.

"Want me to show you how much?" He nuzzled into my neck, his teeth grazing my skin in a way that sent shivers down my spine.

dude with the gold chain waiting outside... if he waits much longer, his boss might kick the bucket, and I won't even know

heavy, signaling his indifference towards

I craved was

not just for kicks, but because she's targeting all single,

identifying the mystery woman who took my fingers and impersonated me to call Kate were all crucial pieces of the puzzle I needed to solve. With a gentle push, I freed myself

almost as if he anticipated my

"Cold-hearted," he commented,

disappearing into the bathroom. The sound of running water filled the room, and when he came out sans the steam,

just tough on others, not on myself. What about you? You're tough on yourself."

mother's murder by his father fell from grace, spent years planning his revenge while standing by

me.

suppress his love, to cover for me even after my supposed death, and sought the truth behind my demise, ready to follow me

on yourself. Why not love yourself a bit

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