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

Chapter 155

Nancy raised an eyebrow lightly, "No way."

Tomorrow night, she was definitely bringing Judson to the auction. Plus, there was something she absolutely had to bid on.

Hearing Nancy's words, Judson immediately breathed a sigh of relief, a smile spreading across his face. "Nancy, with that reassurance, I feel like I could eat three more bowls of mac and cheese."

"Don't overeat, especially at night. It's not good for you," Nancy warned.

Judson quickly nodded obediently. "Alright, I won't eat anymore then."

Nancy nodded slightly in approval and then stood up. "Let's get going," she said.

Normally, Judson would have already been on his feet. But now, he stayed seated, his handsome face clouded with worry.

"Nancy, are you sure it's a good idea to go home right now..."

Nancy paused, sensing what Judson was hinting at. She quickly added, "Are you worried that Cyrus will be waiting at the door?"

"That shameless guy would totally do that, and by now, he must know you've left the studio," Judson said, growing more agitated. "Nancy, it's not that I'm scared of Cyrus. I just can't stand him harassing you. I might end up punching him!"

Nancy chuckled, both amused and exasperated. "That's why I didn't say we were going home." Judson's eyes lit up. "You mean?"

for a while," Nancy replied swiftly. "We'll get a suite. I'll take the master bedroom, and

admiration in his eyes. "Nancy, that's brilliant! There's no way Cyrus can

would choose, that

compliment, simply said,

up from his chair. "Let's hit the

low, casting a

gate. Nancy and Judson hadn't returned yet. Damn

Cyrus thought about it, the angrier he became. He knew Judson had

this thought gnawing at him, Cyrus turned sharply to Caleb. "Find out where Nancy

the tension, nodded hastily. "Yes,

Damn it.

at the darkened villa across the street, fists clenched tight,

stood there from dusk till dawn, but Nancy and Judson were nowhere to

of searching. He approached with a tablet,

devoid of warmth, twisted in rage, his presence radiating a dangerous aura,

to speak. "Mr. Gordon, are

said nothing, but abruptly looked up

did Nancy

Cyrus' murderous glare, instinctively handed over the tablet. "Mr. Gordon, maybe you should take a

and quickly scanned the screen. Almost immediately, his

at the Amber