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

Chapter 143

Nancy and Judson were suddenly interrupted, causing them both to look up.

Stepping out of a sleek black car not too far away was Cyrus.

Nancy's gaze met his icy stare unexpectedly, and she felt as though a bucket of cold water had been dumped over her, making her skin prickle with unease.

Even the haze of alcohol seemed to dissipate almost entirely.

"Uh... Cyrus..." she stammered.

Cyrus' expression was one of barely contained fury, especially at the thought of a stranger holding Nancy so intimately.

He knew all too well that Nancy wouldn't even let him get that close.

The more Cyrus thought about it, the angrier he became, particularly as Nancy was still in that stranger's

arms.

look in his eye, Cyrus strode forward, reaching out to grab

slightly, allowing Nancy to

the swiftness of a panther, Judson launched himself at Cyrus, throwing

anticipated Judson's speed and

Bam-!

immediately turned pale.

he glared coldly at Judson. "Who the

face equally stern. "You think you can just yank my wife around like that?

anger, feeling a fire ignite

was as

you're really married to!" Nancy, on the other hand, found a strange calmness amid Cyrus' interrogation. Yes, she had been flustered when she first saw him, but quickly she

after he put a bounty on her online. And with her upcoming collaboration with The NY Group,

grew more agitated by her silence. "Nancy, cat got your tongue? Am I your husband or

ungrateful woman, how could

tirade, Nancy's expression turned increasingly dark. Just as she was about to respond, Judson raised his fist again, aiming at Cyrus. "You don't get to talk to Nancy like that!"

pretty boy, you think you can take

at Judson, and they traded blows, neither bothering to defend themselves,