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!"

in an unexpected moment, she found

only by thin layers of clothing, made the

warmer.

their faces just inches apart. Her clear eyes met his deep, unfathomable gaze, and she felt something flutter inside her. Her heart was pounding loudly in her

get so into it when we kiss," Judson said, his eyes intense, almost as if he

"You're lying. I never kissed you first. It was always

kiss all the time, just like

of her head, gently pulling her closer

firmly, giving her no chance to resist.

he

already clouded

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

touch me like this," he said, guiding her

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