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!"

when, in an unexpected moment, she found herself

bodies, separated only by thin

warmer.

his deep, unfathomable gaze, and

kiss," Judson said, his eyes intense, almost as if he wanted to devour

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

kiss all the time, just

the back of her head, gently pulling

head was held firmly, giving her no chance to

he

Her mind, already clouded by alcohol, seemed to spin even

she might faint, Judson reluctantly broke the kiss, gazing at her with reddened eyes. His usually composed

we always kiss, and you touch me like this," he said, guiding her

her cheeks flushed red, either from the alcohol or the heat