The Bond Between Us ( Anastasia and Herman) novel Chapter 1181

Herman made sure to get Scott safely back to the Stranz house. Juliana was still up, and when she saw Scott staggering in, clearly drunk, she rushed over to catch him before he could fall.

“Herman? You’re the one bringing him home?” Juliana asked, surprised. “How much did he drink?”

“He’s all yours now. If you want answers, ask him yourself,” Herman replied, not bothering to explain further. He figured if Juliana was smart, she’d use this chance to patch things up with Scott. Drunk men rarely put up much of a fight. But giving relationship advice wasn’t Herman’s job—he’d done his part by getting Scott home.

Juliana called for help, and with the housekeeper, managed to get Scott into his room. Her own wrist was still bandaged from her recent suicide attempt. When she helped Scott, she accidentally tugged at her wound, pain making her suck in a sharp breath—but she stayed silent.

Once Scott was settled, Juliana checked her wrist. Blood had soaked through the bandage, but she shrugged it off. Scott, parched and groggy, started begging for water.

“I’ll get you some, just hold on,” Juliana said, hurrying to the kitchen. She brought him a glass, helped him drink, changed his clothes, wiped him down, and even washed his feet.

By the time she finished, she was exhausted, but a sweet kind of happiness settled over her. Lying down beside Scott, she curled up next to him, holding him close. Just being near him made her feel safe.

After everything that had happened, Juliana knew exactly what she wanted—Scott. Mistakes could be forgiven, as long as he still came home. That was enough for her.

She’d learned to be humble in this marriage, to swallow her pride and let things go.

Scott, shivering slightly, instinctively moved closer, seeking her warmth. Her scent was so familiar, the comfort of years together impossible to ignore. There was still something between them, some kind of silent connection.

Scott’s small gesture lit a spark of hope in Juliana’s heart. Maybe he still needed her after all.

Around midnight, Scott started to sober up. He opened his eyes to see Juliana asleep in a chair by his bed. He looked at her, a mess of emotions inside him. His gaze landed on her injured wrist, and guilt hit him hard.

When had he stopped loving Juliana? Maybe it was when she started indulging Layna. When she snapped at him, nagged, got suspicious. He sighed, knowing it was mostly his own fault things had gotten so bad.

His heart softened. He reached out to touch Juliana’s face, but before his fingers reached her cheek, Juliana woke up.

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