Chapter 180 Do You Still Remember Our Good Times

• Belinda heard the maid and felt like thunder split her skull. Her knees buckled. She almost ate the floor.
• The maid rushed to steady her, watching the color drain from that oval face and then flush back in. Delighted, she said, “Ms. Sherrod, you and Mr. Quille are really something. The second you heard he woke up, you got this worked up!”
• Cold sweat soaked Belinda’s forehead. Her lips twitched hard, but she didn’t dare deny it. She forced a brittle smile and nodded weakly.