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Rebirth Into My Second Chance novel Chapter 141

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Rebirth Into My Second Chance is the best current series by the author Internet. The Chapter 141 content below will immerse us in a world of love and hatred, where characters use every trick to achieve their goals without concern for the other half—only to regret it later. Please read chapter Chapter 141 and stay updated with the next chapters of this series at nisfree.com.

At first, all I wanted was to tease him a little, just a playful bite. But he flipped the script on me, pulling me in close, capturing my lower lip with his, leaving me frozen in shock, daring not to push my luck further.

He didn't advance any further, though, and soon let me go.

I could swear I caught a hint of a smirk on his lips, but then he turned around, handing me a cup of warm milk, saying, “A bit of milk might keep the dizziness at bay.”

He placed the milk in my hand, his tone carrying a hint of warning as he added, “Don't try challenging a man's patience too much.”

With that, he was gone.

I was flushed with embarrassment, wishing I could just hide under the covers.

He knew I was deliberately provoking him, and even though he seemed to enjoy it, he still warned me not to push his limits.

What boundaries, anyway?

The moment he left, I scoffed. Wasn't I here just to push his limits?

But then, my phone buzzed with a new message.

“Up for a challenge? I'm game.”

Barefoot, I dashed out of the hospital room, scanning the area for any sign of him. He must be nearby; how else would he know I was challenging him?

But instead of finding her, I was met with Max's dark scowl.

Before I could even greet him, I was suddenly airborne, hoisted off my feet and plunked back onto the bed.

“Thought you were dizzy? No wandering around.”

He was holding a bag of glucose IV.

He hadn't left; he was preparing to give me an IV.

“I don't do needles,” I protested, thinking about the boredom of lying in bed waiting for the IV bag to empty.

“Afraid of needles?” he queried, a frown creasing his brow.

“I'm a surgeon; how could I be afraid of needles?” I retorted, my voice tinged with nervousness.

But in the next moment, he was securing my arm with a tourniquet.

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