The Road to Rebirth Her Fresh Start and His Late Sorrow novel Chapter 117

Nancy felt a chill run down her spine as she heard a noise behind her. She spun around quickly, her heart racing.

Her eyes locked with a pair of deep, captivating ones.

Right in front of her stood a man who looked like he had stepped out of a dream, with an ethereal beauty that seemed almost otherworldly.

Nancy was frozen, her mind going completely blank. "Ju... Judson..."

Judson looked at the shocked Nancy, a twinkle of amusement playing in his eyes. "Yes, it's me, Nancy."

Before he could finish his sentence, thud—

Judson was abruptly booted off the bed by Nancy. He looked up from the floor, a pout on his lips and his eyes slightly misty. "Nancy, why did you kick me..."

Nancy's eyes went wide when she saw that Judson was completely naked, his chiseled abs and chest all too visible. And to make matters worse, she realized she wasn't wearing anything either!

Her face flushed with a mix of anger and embarrassment. "Why were you in bed with me? Did you take off my clothes? What did you do to me?"

Judson feigned surprise. "Nancy, did you really forget what happened last night?"

Nancy paused, about to respond, when a sharp pain shot through her head, and memories from the previous night began to flood back.

At the conference, Lucy cornered her in the bathroom, and whatever they put in her drink started kicking in, making her feel numb.

Just before she blacked out, she heard Judson's voice rushing in. After that, everything was a blur...

The memory of those men approaching, their eyes filled with greed as if she were a product to be inspected, made her stomach turn with disgust.

Noticing the tremor in Nancy's fingers, Judson gently wrapped an arm around her waist.

"Nancy, are you feeling unwell? If you can't remember, it's okay. It's all over now."

Hearing Judson's comforting words, Nancy managed to pull herself together, glancing at Judson with a hint of embarrassment coloring her cheeks.

Nancy gave a small, genuine smile, reaching out to ruffle Judson's hair. "Thank you, Judson."

Feeling her warm touch, Judson blushed, nuzzling into her hand.

"Nancy, we're partners. No need to thank me. Besides, we can be together anytime. I'd prefer it when you're fully aware and can call me your husband."

Judson grinned cheekily, utterly pleased with himself.

Nancy withdrew her hand, clearing her throat. "So, after you found me last night, did anyone else come to help? And why were you at the conference anyway?"

She looked at him, her brow furrowed in question. "Did your memory come back?"

Judson quickly shook his head, a shadow of fear crossing his face. "Nancy, you told me not to go out alone. Neil called, saying you were in trouble! If I'd known, I wouldn't have listened and would have come straight to you."

At the end, Judson's eyes were brimming with unshed tears. "Nancy, you have no idea how guilty I felt last night. I should have protected you."