Madly Yours (Nora Reed) novel Chapter 271

The bathroom fell silent.

The only sounds were the steady drip of water from the showerhead and the cadence of their intertwined breathing.

Hudson didn't say a word.

He lowered his head, pressing his face into the crown of her hair, and closed his eyes.

His arms tightened around her, as if he wanted to fuse her into his very being.

It took a long time before he finally spoke, his voice so hoarse it was almost a whisper.

"Okay."

...

Meanwhile.

Just like any other day, Penelope Reed left the house at exactly nine in the morning for her beauty appointment.

The driver had been with the Reed family for years. He was steady behind the wheel and never made mistakes.

But just as the car pulled out of the estate gates, before the tires even hit the main road, a figure suddenly darted out from the side, throwing himself directly in front of the vehicle.

Screech!

The driver slammed on the brakes. The tires screeched against the asphalt, and the vehicle jerked to a violent halt.

Penelope was thrown forward, nearly slamming her head into the front seat before the seatbelt snapped her back.

"What the hell is going on?!"

She clutched her bruised chest, her voice shrill. "Watch where you're driving!"

"Ma'am, someone just jumped out..."

Before the driver could finish, the man rounded the hood, walked up to the rear window, and tapped the glass.

Knock, knock, knock.

Three times. Not too hard, not too soft—almost agonizingly casual.

Frowning, Penelope turned her head and locked eyes with the face on the other side of the glass.

In an instant, it felt as though an invisible hand had clamped around her throat. Her pupils contracted violently.

It was a face she thought she would never see again in this lifetime.

He was gaunt and haggard. His cheekbones jutted out sharply, his eyes were sunken, and a dark shadow of stubble covered his jaw.

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