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.

I had to do it mouth to mouth. You were sleeping so deeply. Nothing would wake you up. Babe,

was utterly flabbergasted, managing a strained chuckle. "Wait,

That was nonsense!

seeing Judson's anger and vulnerability as if she had wronged him greatly, Nancy

caught her eye. The office was spotless, showing

a flood of complex emotions. "Did you

searching for her approval. "I cleaned it all up

flickered, unsure of what to say next. After all, Judson didn't need to go to such lengths. They weren't husband and

seeing Nancy silent, Judson's smile froze, and he asked cautiously, "Nancy, do you not want me doing

I don't want

his tall frame enveloping her, casting a shadow over

unnecessary?" Judson looked down at the petite woman in his arms, his eyes reflecting

are husband and wife. Why are you so cold to me? Like this morning, I could have protected you, but you insisted I stay by the door, and

Nancy's right cheek, where a faint bruise was almost invisible, yet it pained

before firmly grabbing his hand and saying. "Because we are not husband and wife,

"I don't believe it. I may have lost my memory, but not my senses.