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

Chapter 57

Nancy couldn't tell how long she had slept, but it was dark outside when she finally opened her eyes again. Feeling utterly drained and sore, Nancy realized she was much more alert.

"Babe, you're awake!" A voice filled with surprise and unmistakable joy reached her.

As Nancy lifted her head, she caught sight of Judson, looking dashingly handsome in his disheveled state, rushing toward her. His eyes, filled with concern, made her heart skip a beat just as she opened her mouth to speak.

Judson swooped in, wrapping her in a tight embrace. "Nancy, you scared me to death. Do you know how long you've been out?"

Once again wrapped in Judson's arms, his familiar scent enveloping her, her heart raced uncontrollably. Nancy squirmed uncomfortably. "Let me go first."

"I'm not letting you go!" Judson's voice held a touch of childish sulkiness, his deep, bright eyes fixated on Nancy, slightly reddened at the edges.

"You've been out cold for seven hours. I had to feed you cold medicine three times, scared I'd have to rush you to the hospital! Thankfully, your fever broke."

Seeing the undisguised worry in Judson's eyes, Nancy felt a strange warmth, touched by his concern. However, spotting the empty water glass and the cold medicine capsule on the table, Nancy had a bad feeling. "How did you give me the medicine while I was out?"

She wondered if it was mouth-to-mouth.

mouth to mouth. You were sleeping so deeply. Nothing would wake

was utterly flabbergasted, managing

That was nonsense!

clench, yet seeing Judson's anger and vulnerability as

The office was spotless, showing no chaos,

flood of complex emotions.

swelled as he lifted his chin, his eyes searching for her approval. "I cleaned it all up

what to say next. After all, Judson didn't need to go to such

froze, and he asked cautiously, "Nancy, do you not want me

not that I don't want it. It's

Nancy's hand, his tall frame enveloping her, casting a shadow

you say it's unnecessary?" Judson looked down at the petite woman in his arms, his eyes reflecting

me? Like this morning, I could have protected you, but you insisted I stay by the

faint bruise was almost invisible, yet it pained

hand and saying. "Because we are not husband and wife, I'm not your wife. Judson, we've only known

don't believe it. I may have lost my memory, but not my senses. Why would I not call anyone else