Rebirth Into My Second Chance

In the dim glow of the emergency light, I extended a granola bar toward him, and he remarked with a deep voice, "You sure are keeping your cool."

"Dr. Hilton, you taught me that. On the operating table, I had to save lives, even if it was someone who had hurt me. Who's got more mental strength than me?"

My self-deprecating comment made him tighten his grip on my arm a bit more.

The elevator lights went off as I moved the granola bar toward his mouth. Suddenly, I had no idea where to aim the snack. My fingertips accidentally brushed against something soft and warm, which made my face red in the darkness. Thankfully, he couldn't see anything in the pitch-black. That softness was his lips, which I remembered tasting a few times.

Even in the dark, Max accurately grabbed my wrist and took the granola bar from my hand.

As time ticked by with no sign of rescue, my anxiety started to kick in. The darker it got, the more I was reminded of being hurt in that dark, secluded cabin. A shiver of cold began to run through my body.

"What's wrong?" Max asked, reaching out to hold my hand. Instinctively, I pushed him away and shouted, "Don't touch me!"

Right, that wasn't the time for anyone to touch me.

"Keep your distance," I shouted, no longer caring if my fluctuating demeanor made me look foolish in Max's eyes. All I could think about was how Daniel tormented me, his laughter echoing in my ears. "I said, stop laughing! Get away from me!"

The world seemed to spin around me. I felt nauseous, scared, and terrified. I had forgotten we got stuck in an elevator.

"Claire."

I couldn't tell how many times Max called my name. Finally, his long fingers steadied my waist, and I felt a warm breath followed by a soft kiss.

I'm not sure how long it took, but eventually, the panic and fear inside me began to fade away. As I slowly regained my senses, the elevator lights turned back on.NôvelDrama.Org content rights.

I blinked to find myself in Max's embrace, locked in a kiss. His face was even redder than mine. The elevator doors slid open before I could react and push him away.

"Oh..." The person outside exclaimed in surprise before quickly turning away to say, "Dr. Hilton, the elevator's fixed now."

That was when I pushed Max away and pretended to straighten my clothes, puffing my cheeks and exhaling deeply. It seemed the person who came was the same driver who drove the Rolls-Royce Phantom. How did he find us right on time?

"Max, did you already know someone was coming to rescue us? Is that why you were so calm?" I asked, finding it hard to believe he had resorted to such an extreme method to snap me out of it breaking through his psychological barriers.

"I was discussing some patient cases with the Hilton family," Max said as he stepped out of the

elevator first, then turned around et

and offered me a hand like a true gentleman, his eyes gently signaling me to follow him out.

I glanced at the members of the Hilton family behind him but didn't take his hand, choosing to walk out on my own and head straight into my apartment. From outside, I heard someone say, "Could Ms. Floyd be mistaken about the Hilton family?"