The Road to Rebirth Her Fresh Start and His Late Sorrow by Helena R. Bates

Chapter 27

Nancy suddenly snapped her eyes open, dodging the kiss from the man looming over her with a swift turn of her head. The kiss landed at the corner of her mouth instead.

Disgust filled Nancy's heart as she pushed at Cyrus' shoulders. "Don't touch me!"

Cyrus looked at her with pitiful eyes. "Nancy, you're my wife. If I can't touch you, who can I touch? You even agreed to have a baby with me. How are we supposed to make that happen without touching?" Nancy's gaze was cold, devoid of warmth as she looked at Cyrus.

Usually, Cyrus would have picked up on Nancy's disapproval and distaste. But then, all he felt was an overwhelming heat, even a kind of wrongful desire stirring within him.

"Nancy, we've known each other for so long and have been married for a year. Just let me," Cyrus pleaded, his eyes red, "Don't be scared. I'll be gentle."

Saying so, Cyrus lost control and lunged forward. But Nancy swiftly got off the bed, causing Cyrus to miss and fall flat.

"Nancy!" Cyrus looked up, angry, "You're my wife. What's wrong with giving me a chance? I said I'd be gentle."

Yet, Nancy stood towering over him, especially when she saw the dissatisfaction on Cyrus' face. Suddenly, she cracked a mocking smile.

Don't you think I'm dirty?" Hearing Nancy's mocking words, Cyrus felt like a bucket of cold water dumped over him,

panic. His tone was angry and probing as he asked, "Nancy, why would you say something like that? Has someone been filling your

words, weren't they?' Nancy thought

talking nonsense to me. That's how I see myself. Cyrus, seeing how worked up you are, you think the

do you see me like that? You know how much I care about you!" "Really?" Nancy cut him off coldly, "Well, you'd better not have thought that way because just that thought alone would be enough for me not to

Cyrus was speechless.

to lie on the couch. "I'm tired. I'm going to

going to refuse me? I think you're using 'feeling dirty' as

"Whether it's an excuse or not doesn't matter. What matters is you

got stuck. He had

it's no touch, it's no

that, Cyrus lay back on the bed, refusing to speak further to Nancy.

as far as to wear enticing outfits to seduce him.

fell silent. The night