Rebirth Into My Second Chance novel Chapter 166

"Max is just not your average guy," Tracey spat out as if she had reached her limit. She didn't realize Max was already coming toward us.

I let my hand go limp in her grip, dropping it to the side with a dramatic flop. "Max, it hurts."

He quickly stepped in, pulling me away from Tracey. "Tracey, if you don't like it, leave."

After he carefully checked my wrist and was satisfied it was okay, Max relaxed.

But ever persistent, Tracey tried to speak again. Max cut her off coldly, "My father arranged the engagement without my consent. You want to get married, don’t you? Go find whoever arranged it and marry him."

The subtext was clear. Tracey might as well be going to hell to ask Death God for a husband. I couldn't help but snort with laughter. What could be wrong with Max?

Tracey looked wronged. "Max, after all these years by your side, do you not remember anything?"

I looked at Max, wondering if he had ever lost his memory.

Max just gave Tracey a cold, unimpressed look.

"Max, you were diagnosed with Asperger's syndrome, inherently incapable of love. So, Alan sent you to volunteer at the orphanage to care for those homeless kids. And that was when I came into your life, inspiring you, right?"

I caught a glimmer of warmth in Max's usually cold eyes. Was it possible he had Asperger's syndrome? But wasn't I the one he met? How did it become Tracey? My heart twisted, curious about Max’s response.

Max answered indifferently, "That person wasn't you. And I don't have Asperger's syndrome. I just knew you weren't the one for me. That's why I ignored you."

Watching Tracey's face lose all pretense of dignity was a sight. All these years, she thought she had succeeded in deceiving him. But in the end, Max couldn't care less about her.

"Yet, the doctors said you were incapable of loving anyone but yourself," Tracey insisted, disbelief in her voice, but Max wrapped an arm around my waist, smirking, "Should I demonstrate for her?"