Rebirth Into My Second Chance novel Chapter 17

Claude slammed the phone down, his frustration palpable as he tried to reach me again, only to find my phone still off.

He stared at a photograph he had pushed aside on his nightstand, his brows furrowed in concern. "Claire, don't you dare die out there. If anyone's going to be the death of you, it's going to be me."

I floated in mid-air, chuckling awkwardly.

What terrible thing had I done to him that he'd rather see me dead by his hands?

Then came a knock at the door. "Claude, I've picked out a few gifts for Gabrielle. Can you help me decide which one she'd like?"

My body was unfound, and there was Kate, eagerly positioning herself, acting like the lady of the house at every turn.

"Just pick something," Claude said dismissively, barely glancing at the gifts Kate had prepared before shutting the door he had just opened.

Kate followed him, a touch of sadness in her voice as she said, "I've invited some prominent figures to Gabrielle's birthday dinner tonight."

Hearing this, Claude abruptly stopped. I expected him to lash out at Kate. But he didn't. The anger in his eyes fizzled out when he met Kate's pleading gaze.

"She doesn't like big fusses," he said, calming down.

Kate quickly latched onto his arm, cooing, "It won't be a big deal, just a small gathering, a little mingling. That's all. You know how these elites are, always looking for a way to connect with you, especially when they've got lawsuits hanging over their heads."

Claude frowned slightly but held his tongue.

It struck me how differently Claude treated people.