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.

her confusion evident. Just as she was

at him

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

smile. "Nancy, I do want to be with you, but I don't

wouldn't touch the scars on her heart, not like the monster from

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

grabbed his phone and made a call. "Get the antidote for 'Lust' and bring

tossed the phone aside and looked at the struggling Nancy. "Nancy,

the room, and before

hot, yet the water was so cold. Only Judson's embrace

closer to him. "Judson, I'm

It'll be over soon." Judson murmured, his

knock at the door interrupted her. Judson positioned himself protectively in front of her, his voice

scene. "Mr. Buchanan, the

Judson's voice was cold

man didn't linger, quickly retreating. Judson stepped out of the tub and returned with a bucket of ice, pouring it into the

Judson a frustrated

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