Rebirth Into My Second Chance

Seeing the bodyguard bring in the shirt, I immediately tensed up, my suspicion of Max making me wary of being alone with him. I put down the plate I was holding without a second thought. Although the bodyguard claimed the shirt was for Allen, his announcement before me made it clear they both knew it was from me to Allen.

A sense of foreboding washed over me, and Max grabbed my arm as I decided to leave. I tried to pull away but stumbled backward onto the couch. In my panic, I reached out for Max, and as we fell onto it, he cushioned my head with his hand to prevent me from hitting the wooden frame. "Where do you think you're going?" His voice whispered in my ear, sending shivers down my spine.

I tried to sound calm. "I'm not going anywhere, okay?"This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.

"You've been avoiding me for a month," Max said, his voice laced with a plea for understanding, his breath warm against my ear.

"I'm not avoiding you. It's just that we're done," I replied, making it clear I wanted to draw a line between us.

"But don't you feel responsible for me?" Max seemed to be changing his tactics.

"What responsibility do I have toward you?" I scoffed at the absurdity.

But as I sneered, he leaned in, his lips pressing against mine softly. "Or should I be the one responsible for you?"

It dawned on me that Max wasn't giving up easily.

I snorted, "Save your moves for your fiancée, Tracey."

I tried to push him away, but he pulled out his phone and said, "Claire, don't you follow the news? I called off the engagement with Tracey a month ago.

I was stunned, staring at him. It was

true I never followed the news,

relying on Allen for trivial updates, but he never mentioned Max's broken engagement. Richardhadn't said anything, either.

I said, "Even if you called it off, it doesn't concern me."

"It does. That shirt is mine." Max pointed at the shirt in question.

I froze again, but Max didn't let me escape his kiss, filling my mind with questions about why the shirt was Max's.

That night, it was indeed Max in Room 6088. So, in this life, Max didn't touch me. But then, whose child was it in my previous life?

I had always thought the person in

Room 6088 who owned the shirt was my child's father. But who fathered my child if the shirt was Max's, and I took it from that night?

All my confusion was evident on my face, but Max didn't care, continuing to kiss me and making me forget the past. His Kiss drowned all my

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thoughts as if he was retaliating for the month when I had ignored him.

Moving out of the apartment was undoubtedly to cut ties with him.

Max asked, "Claire, what if I told you I believe in past and future lives? What would you think?"

I was left puzzled. The last time I asked Max, he didn't respond.

"Please forgive me for only telling you now." He stopped, holding my face with a look of regret. I pursed my lips, waiting for him to explain.

Max told the truth. "I was afraid you'd blame me. In the past life, I didn't find you and our child early enough."

His words blew me away. At that moment, I was speechless, staring at Max in horror.