Madly Yours (Nora Reed) novel Chapter 110

He wasn't taking the medication.

Hudson Lancaster was off his meds.

Did anyone realize how monumental that was?

Ever since the incident two years ago, Hudson hadn't gone a day without his prescriptions.

Any emotional spike required chemical suppression.

Liam assumed that after the assassin infiltrated the club and nearly harmed Nora, followed immediately by Silas's provocation, Hudson would have heavily relied on his pills to cope.

Yet here he was, admitting he hadn't touched them.

Was it because of Nora?

Still, going off meds without professional therapy was playing Russian roulette...

"Mr. Lancaster, if you feel the slightest bit off, you have to tell me immediately."

Hudson ignored him, walking toward the door.

"I got it. Stop nagging," he tossed over his shoulder dismissively.

Liam let out a breathy laugh, finally exhaling the tension he'd been holding in.

As Nora and Leona returned from the garden, they saw Hudson leaning against the doorframe of the private room.

The overhead hallway lights cast harsh shadows across the sharp planes of his face, his lips set in a grim line, radiating a cold, untouchable aura that demanded everyone keep their distance.

Hearing their footsteps, he looked up.

The moment his eyes met Nora's, the glacial chill vanished, replaced instantly by a soft, captivating smile.

Nora’s steps faltered, her heart skipping a beat. A sudden, blossoming warmth took root deep inside her chest...

...

Late that night.

The Starlight Media executive suite in Northampton was completely lit up.

Edmond Sterling sat at his desk, staring blankly ahead. The ashtray in front of him was a graveyard of cigarette butts.

The room was so thick with smoke it stung the eyes.

When Ferris Quinn pushed the door open, the stench of nicotine practically shoved him back, but he braced himself and stepped inside.

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