Chapter 43

Matilda turned to Adrian with a bright smile beaming on her face. “Thank you, Sir,” she said respectfully and bowed her head slightly.

“You don't need to be polite, ma'am. I'm his doing my work,” Adrian replied and she said.

“I still have to thank you. I would probably be dead by now if you hadn't intervened and helped me. I owe you one,” she said and he smiled.

“You don't owe me one, ma'am. Your husband has already paid for my job,” he said and she shrugged.

“That's my husband's treat and not mine. And don't try to reject mine when I give it to you,” she said and he nodded his head.

“Of course, I won't. Who am I to reject your offer?” He asked and bowed his head.

“How are you, dear?” The General asked in a concerned tone as he pulled his wife into his arms.

She smiled as she lay against his broad chest. She missed the scent and warmth of his arms. She was bedridden and couldn't remember all those things.

She would have died and wouldn't have a chance to be in his arms again

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