A Love Rekindled (Nancy and Bruce) novel Chapter 59

I instantly regretted meeting Jackson here, and the more I thought about it, the more uncomfortable I felt.

Then, as I walked down the escalator, I wasn't paying attention and missed a step.

Suddenly, I twisted my ankle, and a sharp pain shot up from my foot.

I furrowed my brows tightly as I bit back the pain and descended the escalator.

At that moment, Jackson called again, but the voice belonged to someone else.

"Yes, I'm at Entrance Three now. Could you please…" I began.

"Nancy?" A surprised voice came through the receiver, "It's me, Douglas."

To my surprise, the person flustering around helping Jackson was Douglas.

A while after we finally met up, Jackson gratefully said to me, "He helped me… He's a great young man."

Meanwhile, Douglas patiently listened, not minding Jackson's stutters.

He smiled gently. "You were great too, sir. But remember to check the floor numbers next time.”

I explained to Jackson, "Douglas and I were classmates."

Jackson looked pleasantly surprised. "It's… It's fate."

Douglas told me that he was accompanying his cousin on a shopping trip and unexpectedly ran into Jackson in the parking lot.

Apparently, Jackson had been stuck in the basement.

Jackson glanced at me before turning to Douglas. "Nance, he… he helped me… Let's… treat him to some food."

It was only natural to do so, so I immediately asked Douglas for his opinion.

Douglas laughed heartily. "Well, I am a bit hungry. I'll accept your offer then."

Hence, we went to a nearby restaurant.

I had no intention of buying clothes, so I declined, saying, "You should pick one for Mrs. Irvin."

Douglas seemed to understand my thoughts and said hesitantly, "Her body shape is similar to yours. Could you please try it on for me?"

Naturally, I wouldn't refuse to help.

Douglas had chosen an elegant light brown coat. The coat was soft and was made from an expensive fabric.

I sneakily glanced at the price tag and saw it was over ten thousand dollars.

It was fitting for someone of Douglas's status.

Then, as I came out of the fitting room, the salesperson enthusiastically approached us. "Miss, your boyfriend has a good eye. I'd even thought you were a celebrity from how good you look in this."

But before I could explain myself, a familiar voice chimed in, "Look, Aunt Kate. Isn't that Nance and Mr. Irvin?"

I raised my gaze and immediately saw the trio across from us—Bruce, Cindy, and Kate.