Chapter 37
They soon arrived at Natasha's mom's house. Drogen reached for her hand as they approached the door, his grip firm but tense. He inhaled deeply, his face unreadable.
"Relax," Natasha said softly, giving his hand a reassuring squeeze. "She's going to like you, I promise."
With that, Natasha opened the door and called out, "Mom, I'm home!"
Her mother appeared from the kitchen, wiping her hands on a dishrag. Her face lit up at the sight of Natasha, but her expression quickly shifted to stunned recognition when she saw Drogen.
Her eyes widened. "Aren't you… the man who saved me when I was a child?"
Natasha blinked in confusion before the realization hit her. Her mom had often told her about a mysterious stranger who saved her life as a child. The way she always described him—a strikingly handsome man she never forgot—it suddenly made sense.
