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

Chapter 115

Nancy's eyes were misty as she gazed at Judson, seemingly trying to decipher the meaning behind his words.

She looked as puzzled as a lost kitten, her eyes a bit red at the corners. Just for a moment, Judson felt something snap inside him, leaving room for only one overwhelming thought.

He wanted her, to make Nancy his completely.

Before Nancy could even process what was happening, she found herself sinking into the plush, king- sized bed.

His fiery kiss was upon her again, their lips and tongues intertwining with an urgency that seemed to want to steal the very air from each other's lungs.

"Judson..." Nancy whimpered, her voice trembling with uncertainty.

Judson paused, sensing the quiver in her voice, and quickly wrapped her in a comforting embrace. "Nancy, don't be scared."

Nancy nestled closer to Judson's neck,murmuring, "I'm not scared."

Judson realized Nancy was ready, and his hand moved to her back, intending to soothe. But as his fingers brushed over a faint scar, his pupils dilated, and the fire inside him instantly cooled.

evident. Just as she was about to speak,

up at him with a mix of confusion and upset.

sprayed down from the showerhead,

bittersweet smile. "Nancy, I do want to be with you,

scars on her heart,

was confused and visibly uncomfortable, wriggling as she tried to climb out of the tub. But Judson quickly stepped in, pulling her close as he

his phone and made a call. "Get the antidote for 'Lust' and bring over a few buckets of ice." "Yes,

looked at the struggling Nancy. "Nancy, it'll

of rushing water filled the room, and before long,

the water was so cold. Only

to him. "Judson, I'm so

It'll be over soon." Judson murmured,

firm knock at the door interrupted her. Judson positioned himself protectively in

scene. "Mr. Buchanan, the

was

retreating. Judson stepped out of the tub and

Judson a frustrated

time, Judson understood the meaning of restraint-wanting something yet