Rebirth Into My Second Chance

"Passing through the wild wind, slow down..." After hanging up with Ronald, I caught a tune on my way home from work that hit home. It felt like I was navigating through a rainstorm to return to this life.

I decided to walk back to my apartment. Being a doctor needed good stamina. Otherwise, keeping up with someone like Max would run me into the ground.

As I neared my apartment, a Rolls-Royce Phantom was out front. Max stood by the car door, handing a paper bag to a man who descended from the vehicle.

Dressed in a suit and white gloves, which made him look like a chauffeur, the man took the bag with both hands after giving Max a slight bow. He placed it inside the car, took another paper bag, and handed it to Max. Before leaving, he bowed again to Max. Expressionless, Max caught a glimpse of me from the corner of his eye. He turned slightly, looked at me, and then signaled to the driver, who promptly drove off.

I didn't ask who that was, and he did not explain, so we headed upstairs together.

"Thanks for yesterday and the work on the operating table today," I said, breaking the silence in the elevator.

Max was not much for socializing, so I was at a loss for what else to say. But recalling what happened the previous night and seeing he didn't mention it, I guessed it didn't bother him. Yet, when I glanced at him, his ears were red.

As soon as the elevator doors opened, he stepped out first, leaving the paper bag at my door before heading to his apartment.

Only then did I see Max's bag filled with milk from the Hilton family. So, the fridge full of milk wasn't from Claude but that driver from the Hilton family?Belonging to NôvelDrama.Org.

About to unlock my door, I realized it

wasn't double-locked as usual. I always double-locked my door, no matter the rush. Instantly on alert grabbed the milk bag and knocked on Max's door, glancing back at my apartment door. Sure, I heard a click from inside.

My knocking grew frantic. "Max, Max, open up!"

As my door swung open, Max did, too, but he quickly shut it before I could see his face. I plunged into his arms, terrified.

He must've heard the sound of my door opening and closing, too. "Someone inside?"

I nodded, shivering. "I... I don't know who. I've never given anyone a key."

Maybe it was the fear and recent betrayals, but I found myself holding onto him even tighter.

He seemed to lose his balance, stepping back, and I fell toward him, both of us crashing to the floor. I braced for pain, but instead, I felt a soft, sweet sensation on my lips. My eyes flew open, only to realize Chad accidentally pressed my lips to Max's. If last night was a blur, it was a clear, unmistakable taste on his lips. And his ears turned even redder.

"The wound..." He murmured, prompting me back to reality.

I scrambled up, apologizing, "I didn't mean to. Let me check your wound."

Without waiting, I unbuttoned his shirt to inspect the injury, but he caught my wrist and said, "It's fine."

"After a fall like that, could it have

worsened? I won't know until I've et

checked. I've seen it for days. What's there to be shy about? Or are you

saving yourself for Ronald you