"Hudson—put me down!" I panicked, blurting out his full name.
"You're practically about to faint, and you're still trying to tough it out. Why are you acting like a stubborn child?" he scolded, sounding genuinely upset.
"I'm really fine… just let me go." Getting carried like this first thing in the morning was beyond inappropriate, especially since I was still married.
Hudson strode forward, way faster than I could've walked on my own. He carried me straight into the clinic.
Check-up, prescriptions, IV drip—everything blurred together as my head spun and my body throbbed. Once the medicine started flowing into my vein, I breathed a sigh of relief. When you're at your lowest and weakest, it's hard not to crave even a little kindness from someone.
"You should go, Mr. Reed. I'll be fine
