Chapter 44-----Hudson Made A Soup For Me
I couldn't believe my eyes, but the handwriting was undeniably his. The last time I had dinner with him, he left his signature on the three-hundred-million loan contract, and it's exactly same with this one.
Oh my God...
Countless questions flooded my mind.
How could I have possibly run into Hudson?
Why would he bring me home?
When did he leave?
And what about those fragmented memories—the hugging, holding hands, and kissing...
Was that all just a wed dream? Or was it not...?
And what was truly unbelievable was the image of him making a soup in my tiny kitchen...
The shock lingered.
I rushed into the kitchen right away, of course, a pot was sitting on the stove with the lid on.
I opened it to find cold chicken soup inside.
