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

moving with the swiftness of a panther, Judson launched himself at Cyrus,

Judson's speed and stumbled back a couple

Bam-!

turned

expression even darker as he glared coldly at Judson. "Who the hell are

"You think you can just yank my wife

anger, feeling a fire ignite within him. He turned sharply to look at

it was as if Cyrus wanted to

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

known that Cyrus would track her down sooner or later, especially after he put a bounty on her online. And with

by her silence. "Nancy, cat got your tongue? Am I your husband or is it him? Where'd you dig up this pretty boy?

could

again, aiming at Cyrus. "You don't get to talk to Nancy like

over, "You miserable pretty boy, you think you can

neither bothering to