DreameNovelChapter 44 Nancy furrowed her brow slightly, deciding to check if the guy was still breathing. If he were alive, she'd have to kick him out.
With that thought, Nancy threw off the covers and got out of bed, not even reaching the hallway before her scalp tingled with alarm.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtThe man who should have been lying in the hallway was gone! Only the ropes that had bound him remained on the floor.
Nancy's heart raced, not waiting to calm down. A sudden heat enveloped her from behind.
Realizing something was off, Nancy felt a strong arm wrap around her waist, pulling her back against a warm chest.
Nancy whirled around, her clear eyes crashing into deep ones. Locking eyes, Nancy stared at Judson, who had appeared behind her, especially noticing the masculine scent mixed with a faint smell of blood coming from him.
Nancy frowned. "Let go!" Judson looked at her with a hint of confusion and hurt on his handsface. "Babe, you're so fierce. I'm starving. Can we eat something?" Nancy was baffled. "Excuse me? Who's your babe?" She started to wonder if she had actually rescued a madman.
When she was pondering, Judson squinted his eyes and firmly asked, "If you're not my babe, who are you? Why are you here?" Nancy said, "This is my place. Where else should I be? But you, who are you, and why were people chasing you here?" Nancy tried to pull away from Judson, but his grip was unmovable.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmFrustrated and annoyed, she was about to hit him with a vase when Judson started muttering to himself, trying to remember, "Who am I?" Nancy couldn't help but laugh in frustration, about to speak when suddenly, Judson winced in pain, his face turning pale, hands clutching his head, struggling to stand. "I... I'm Judson. Why am I here? It hurts so much!" Nancy had a sinking feeling when seeing his pale face beaded with sweat and even his lips losing color. Could it be he had amnesia from a head injury? Judson suddenly looked up at Nancy, his eyes red and terrifying. "Babe, why am I here? Why can't I remember anything except my name?" "How would I know you're..." Before she could finish, Judson collapsed, taking Nancy down with him. His tall froverwhelmed her, leaving her no chance to react before she got pinned to the ground.
Panic set in as Nancy felt Judson's unusually hot body through their clothes.
She tried to push him off. "You need to get off..." She was cut off mid-thought when she noticed Judson breathing evenly, his face alarmingly red. Could he be running a fever? Nancy quickly checked his forehead, confirming the fever. Could an untreated wound have becinfected?
It took her a tremendous effort to crawl out from under him, leaking down at the unconscious man who still seemed in pain.
Nancy sighed, "What have I done to deserve this? I barely got rid of a jerk back home, and now, this happens En abroad." Hesitating for a moment, she finally decided to drag Judson outside.
Luckily, the group following Judson was nowhere to be seen, or else She might as well do the last good deed, considering it was all for the sake of Judson's handgun. At the hospital, the doctor said outside the room, "Ms. Gonzalez, your husband's condition is quite serious. He got injured twice, the second tbeing a concussion from a blunt object, leading to temporary amnesia." Nancy listened to the doctor. "So, Judson's amnesia is my fault for hitting him with a vase the second time?"
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