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

Chapter 59

Without waiting for Judson to simmer down, Orlando gazed at Nancy with deep affection, "Lena, it's getting late. Let me drive you home."

Nancy arched an eyebrow, not even bothering to open her mouth to reply.

Judson immediately stepped before her, a cold smirk on his face. "Thanks, but no need. I'll take my wife home."

He grabbed Nancy's hand, pulling her up, "Babe, let's head home!"

As his words fell, he didn't give Nancy a chance to speak and tugged her away.

Orlando watched, a surge of irritation chasing his thoughts as he followed them out.

"Nancy, wait here for me. I'll bring the car around," Judson said, holding Nancy's hand but shooting

Orlando a warning look. As if to say: Try to take my wife, I dare you!

away, frustration bubbled up in Orlando, and he turned to Nancy with a laugh laced with sarcasm. "Lena, where

up on my doorstep,"

know what to say in

Orlando couldn't resist saying, "A doorstep delivery isn't usually

when Nancy treated him merely as a business partner? In what way was he

Nancy caught Orlando's words, her gaze inadvertently falling on Judson in the distance, a

was best to let Judson go sooner rather than later. After all, his dependency on her was nothing but a facade. They weren't husband

shadows, a black car

Orlando looking at Nancy with such affection and the

string. And there she was, forced to hide

Ann's face twisted further, her foot slamming on the accelerator as the car lunged toward Nancy, "Nancy, go

the commotion

"Babe, watch out!"

just in time to see the car speeding toward

all composure,

Orlando rushed forward,