Chapter 11-Our First Encounter

Emily’s POV

After a few seconds of confusion passed, Fred’s weird question then hit me like a ton of bricks, and regret washed over me. My face turned flush-red and I hoped no one noticed.

I wished I had never bandaged the wound in front of him…Of course, it all made total sense when I quickly realized why he was so shocked.

Years before we were married, or our first encounter in the United States, I moved abroad in pursuit of traveling the world. After time in Australia, I hopped over to the United Kingdom.

Falling in love with London, I decided to take a nursing course where I spent the next year. Our first real encounter happened here.

Arriving at the hospital five years ago, Fred came in with an injury. As the nurse on call that night, he was assigned to me.

It was a short and quick doctor’s visit, but I was the one who bandaged his injury. Fred never knew it was me who helped him. And if he did, he never mentioned it. Eventually, the incident had become a long-lost memory, un