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.

his eye, Cyrus strode forward, reaching out

was quicker, though. He shifted slightly, allowing Nancy to sit

moment, moving with the swiftness of a panther, Judson

and stumbled back a couple

Bam-!

turned pale. "Mr.

even darker as he

handsome face equally stern. "You think you can just yank my

got to be kidding!" Cyrus' face twisted with anger, feeling a fire ignite within

met, and it was as

other hand, found a strange calmness amid Cyrus' interrogation. Yes, she had been flustered when she first saw him, but quickly she

had always known that Cyrus would track her down sooner or later, especially after he put a bounty on her online. And with her upcoming collaboration with The NY Group, her public profile was

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

woman, how could you do

continued his tirade, Nancy's expression turned increasingly dark. Just as she was about to respond, Judson raised his fist again, aiming at

"You miserable pretty boy, you think you can take her from me? Who

traded blows, neither bothering to defend themselves, each punch landing