The Road to Rebirth Her Fresh Start and His Late Sorrow by Helena R. Bates

Chapter 42

Listening to the high decibels and astonishment through the phone, Nancy couldn't help but chuckle, "Sweetheart, calm down."

Lena was her name abroad. She had established her studio before meeting Cyrus. Winnie was the designer and Nancy's friend overseas.

Luckily, she hadn't told Cyrus about it. Otherwise, her move to Ardenweald wouldn't have been peaceful. "But I can't calm down! Why didn't you tell me to pick you up at the airport? You just showed up out of the blue!"

"It was a last-minute decision," Nancy replied with a smile.

Winnie huffed in annoyance, "That's just so like you. But the idea of you actually coming into work is exciting! Wow, the big boss of Lena's Studio is here." Winnie grew more excited. "Boss, thinking about how young you got hitched and shied away from the limelight. It's such a waste! If I had your talent, I'd be the world's leading designer."

Mentioning getting hitched young, Nancy lowered her gaze and laughed mockingly, "So, I've decided to focus on my career and not on love."

Winnie froze. "Lena, are you saying you got a divorce?"

"Yes, I got divorced. My husband let me down," Nancy had come to terms with it.

under her breath, "Boss, no man in this world deserves you! Welcome back to

Nancy looked out the car window

the driver, she got out and grabbed her

he walked out halfway through. It was fortunate she hadn't shared much about Cyrus with her

was too busy, and the headlines abroad didn't match those at home. No one knew she was married to

her villa, about to unlock the

a large hand reached from behind her, gripping her neck tightly. Meanwhile, she felt something pressed against

scream, or I'll

especially her neck got constricted, making breathing difficult. She faced a tall, blood-covered man

was taller than Cyrus. His green eyes were fierce, carrying a threat. This man was not

lift her hand,

Nancy against the cold door,

smell, a weird

never been this close to any man other than Cyrus, and her body instinctively tried to wiggle

second, Judson harshly commanded, "Did I allow you