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

Chapter 79

Meanwhile, Judson stayed totally chill on the phone, stirring oatmeal on the stove. "Not bad," he said, completely unfazed.

There was a brief silence on the other end. "Just not bad, huh? I said we should take him out, and you're not into it. You've gone soft, Judson. I hardly recognize you anymore."

Judson frowned in correction. "It's not that I don't want to. It's just not the right time yet."

Judson had his reasons for disliking Baldrick but had discovered that Baldrick had stood up for Nancy a few times when Cyrus was giving her trouble.

Baldrick punched Cyrus for Nancy, enough for Judson not to want to harm him seriously.

"It sounds like you've got your plans." The caller mused, "So, when are you planning to return? I can hardly wait for your return.'

"What's the rush? Let's wait for the next guy to make his move. Now, stop bothering me. I'm trying to make oatmeal here," Judson replied, annoyed.

This time, it was the caller who was shocked. "What did you say? Oatmeal? I thought you said you'd only cook for your dream girl. Judson, have you lost your mind, waiting for some goddess?"

Before the word "goddess" could even land, Judson quickly hung up the phone as the sound of the shower turned off.

Judson grabbed the oatmeal he'd prepared but hadn't taken two steps before he paused, his expression pensive.

Nancy had just finished blow-drying her hair and tossed the dryer aside.

The door creaked open, and the next second, Judson poked his head inside. "Nancy, guess what I've got for you?"

sighed. "Can I not

downcast, Judson held out the oatmeal. "I made this for you.

that,

handed her the oatmeal. Just one look

noticing it was red and

"Judson, what happened?"

quickly shook his head. "It's nothing, Nancy. Please don't be upset. The oatmeal's

hot, and yet your hand looks like this?" Nancy's tone was fiery. "I've

like I did it on purpose. Plus, you promised you'd be back for dinner." Judson's eyes began to

a loss for words. She had said it in passing,

sighed softly and eventually took out some

nodded,

hurt?" Nancy gently asked while

head, then admitted, "A little,

remained silent, her touch becoming gentler and more careful as

no more cooking, okay? It's frightening,"

his bandaged hand and smiled. "Does that mean

seemed worth

then blushed slightly.

pang of sadness but still

hand, then

She began to eat.

oatmeal, Nancy felt sleepy. As she was about to speak, Judson came