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

Chapter 163

Cyrus stood in front of Nancy, his face twisted with rage and desperation. Nancy, however, wore a calm and almost mocking smile. "If you touched Hayley," she said, her voice as cool as a winter breeze, "then Judson didn't touch me either."

"Nancy!" Cyrus' mind went blank with a deafening roar. In an instant, all reason vanished, replaced by a blinding fury.

His hands shot out, gripping Nancy's neck tightly. "How could you-"

Whack!

Nancy's hand flew out, delivering a sharp slap to Cyrus' cheek. The sting sent a jolt through him, and he tightened his grip on her neck. "Nancy, do you have a death wish?" he hissed.

Pain radiated from her throat, making it hard to breathe, but Nancy didn't beg for mercy. Her eyes were cold and filled with disdain.

thought of Judson having been with Nancy consuming him. He leaned in, trying to

descended toward hers, Nancy tensed, her instincts screaming to dodge, but his hand was already clamped firmly on the back of her head. The searing kiss landed at the corner of her mouth. Nancy pushed against him, but Cyrus held her wrists captive. "Cyrus, you're

in for another kiss. Nancy's

Bang!

low, growling voice filled the room, tinged with an edge of distress. "Nancy, why haven't

grace of a panther, charging towards them. His fist, powered by raw fury, swung with a speed that

Thud!

hotter. "Judson, who the hell do

solely on Nancy. He took in the red

gently

to do. Instinctively, she gripped his hand. "Judson, you don't need to lower yourself to Cyrus'

finish, Cyrus, seething with rage, charged at Judson, fist raised.