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.

Judson, who had suddenly frozen, her confusion evident. Just as she was about to speak,

at him with a mix of confusion and

sudden rush, icy water sprayed down from the showerhead, dousing Nancy

a bittersweet smile. "Nancy, I do want to be with you, but I don't want you to hate me for

scars on her heart, not like the monster

tried to climb out of the tub. But Judson quickly stepped in, pulling her

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

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

water filled the room, and before

yet the water was so cold. Only

she burrowed closer to him.

there, Nancy. It'll be over soon." Judson murmured, his head resting against

and was just about to speak when a firm knock at the door interrupted her. Judson positioned himself

man in a crisp black suit hurried in, averting his eyes at the scene. "Mr. Buchanan, the ice is here, but the antidote will take a bit

was

stepped out of the tub and returned with a bucket of ice, pouring it into the

Judson a

the meaning of restraint-wanting something yet holding back