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!

frustration bubbled up in Orlando, and he turned to Nancy with a laugh laced with sarcasm. "Lena, where on earth did you find this

my

know what to

doorstep delivery isn't usually high quality. Maybe it's time

Nancy treated him merely as a business partner? In

caught Orlando's words, her gaze inadvertently falling on

than later. After all, his dependency on her was nothing but a facade. They weren't husband

in the shadows, a black car

a distorted expression. The thought of Orlando looking at Nancy with such affection and the fact that he had forcefully sent her to prison, even risking

had a handsome husband yet kept other men on a string. And there she was, forced to hide for two years before returning. It wasn't fair! The person who

on the accelerator as the car lunged toward Nancy, "Nancy,

heard the

"Babe, watch out!"

in time to see the car speeding toward her,

the commotion, Orlando lost all

rushed forward,