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

Chapter 142

"How about I carry you down, sweetheart?" Judson murmured, resting his head on Nancy's shoulder, his eyes twinkling with mischief.

Nancy frowned, clearly unimpressed. "You're not my husband."

"That's not true. I am Nancy's husband," Judson declared, wrapping his strong arms around her slim waist, his dark eyes fixed on her lips.

"Nancy, you got drunk and forgot. You don't remember me kissing you every day?"

Nancy paused, clearly trying to piece together the situation.

"Did I ever give you permission to kiss me every day?"

"Of course," Judson replied confidently, his intense gaze never leaving hers. "Nancy, do you even know how we kiss?"

Despite being tipsy, Nancy felt a hint of danger in Judson's intense gaze. Acting on instinct, she reached for the car door handle, blurting out, "I don't want to know!"

car when, in an unexpected moment, she found

bodies, separated only by thin

warmer.

just inches apart. Her clear eyes met his deep, unfathomable gaze,

run, Nancy? We get so into it when we kiss," Judson said,

"You're lying.

you're mistaken. We kiss all the time,

head, gently pulling her

firmly, giving her no chance

than he

widened, stunned. Her mind, already clouded by alcohol, seemed

as she felt she might faint, Judson reluctantly broke the kiss, gazing at her with reddened eyes.

me like this," he said, guiding her hand to his abs.

jerked her hand back as if she'd been shocked, her cheeks flushed red, either from the alcohol