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

Chapter 90

Lenard knew Nancy didn't want to dwell on the subject any longer, so he swiftly changed the topic. "It's not just me teaming up with Potter. You're in on this, too."

Nancy raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean?"

"I've discussed it with Potter. We're bringing you into the fold! Nancy, wait till you finish the business conference, and then you can join us in the trenches."

Lenard's voice turned serious as if recalling something, "Since you left that jerk, I haven't given you anything. Nancy, you truly are the queen of design in my eyes. I hope you shine like you're meant to." Caught off guard, Nancy paused before softly acknowledging, "I understand, Lenard. Thank you." While she was focused on promoting Hollywood A-listers, the project with Potter had the potential to flop. Still, it was definitely the quickest way to break into the international market.

"Nancy, we're family here. There's no need for formalities. You'll always be my kin, so don't thank me. I hate it," Lenard said with pride and affection, "I'm off to grab a bite with Potter. We'll talk later." With a hum, Nancy ended the call.

As she set down her phone, Judson approached, carrying a bowl of steaming chicken soup in a careful, almost childlike manner, and placed it before Nancy.

Hands behind his back, he looked like a kid who knew he'd done something wrong. "Nancy, did I upset you by taking matters into my hands?"

Nancy responded curtly, "No."

visibly relaxed but then, as if remembering something else, tensely asked, "Was it because I disobeyed and

do you even remember you're supposed to be

Judson's face. "So, you're

you keep this up, I don't think you'll need to wait for

wrapping his arms around her. "Nancy, I don't want

in his embrace, Nancy could smell the faint scent of

of me,"

Judson pleaded, his voice breaking as he buried his head in her shoulder. "If

resolve softened, "Why did you

you would leave me behind. Also, I fell trying to climb over the wall. Look, I bled," he said, rolling up his

okay. It doesn't hurt. Don't be

Nancy's heart softened. After all, what was the

that thought, she fetched a first-aid kit from her drawer. "Come here, let