Rebirth Into My Second Chance

Max could effortlessly dominate the talk whenever the conversation turned to anything medical. He shattered the stereotype that people with Asperger's syndrome struggled with communication, pulling me close to let everyone know he was capable of love. "Max, why me?" I asked.

"It's always been you," he replied, a smirk playing on his lips as if he had anticipated my question.

The expo seemed endless, and as potential business partners swarmed him, Max suggested I head to the lounge to rest.

But the journey there was anything but restful. Journalists greeted me and snapped photos, yet none dared to approach me with questions.

Instead, they whispered among themselves, "Who is this lady? Never heard of her before."

"Look at her, dressed so plainly. What's her deal? Apart from her looks, which family could she come from that matches the Hilton family? How could Mr. Hilton be interested in her?"

But I didn't care. Perhaps that was the effect I was aiming for, but Max had honored me with this distinction before I could make any moves. He made it known to all that I was his. Upon reaching the lounge, Tracey was already there waiting for me.

Dressed in a gown and heels, she raised her hand to slap me. In my sneakers, I dodged easily and pushed her back, causing her to stumble and almost reveal too much with her princess dress. "Claire, you dare to push me?" she hissed.

"Tracey, you've worked hard to climb to your current position. Does it hurt to see me effortlessly disrupt your efforts? So, now, you want to hit me, even kill me!"

I looked down at her, her eyes bloodshot.

"Yes, Claire, who do you think you are to take Max away? I was the one who was there for him through medical school and learning, and he never got close to anyone but me! Yet everything changed when you appeared!"

"When did I ever force myself into his life? Didn't he choose to meet me on his own?" I retorted.

Tracey was momentarily speechless, hiding some secret she didn't want me to know.

Standing up, she sneered. Suddenly, two bodyguards wearing sunglasses flanked me.

"Claire, you know what I'm capable of. I'm warning you one last time. You stay away from Max, or I won't be easy on you again."

As she signaled the bodyguards to

take me away with a glance, they hesitated, not daring to touch me. Behind Tracey, a figure appeared, and his aura was so chilling that it seemed to freeze everyone present.

"Be easy on whom?" Max's voice cut through the tension.

Tracey went pale at the sight of him. She looked at Max, attempting to explain, but Max coldly announced "The international project launches tomorrow. You'll be in charge of it abroad. Don't worry about the domestic side."

"Max..."

But Max ignored her, gently taking my hand. His voice softened, "I told you that she couldn't hurt you."

But I felt the punishment was too lenient for her, because Max didn't know what she had done in my past life.

He didn't know that in my past life, the person who killed me was Tracey. I wasn't happy. Instead, I pulled my hand away and walked ahead of Max.

"Max, if you knew how tragically I died in my past life, would you let my murderer die just as horribly?" I stopped and asked Max suddenly.