The Road to Rebirth Her Fresh Start and His Late Sorrow novel 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!"

She was about to leap out of the car when, in an unexpected moment, she found herself sitting on Judson's lap.

The closeness of their bodies, separated only by thin layers of clothing, made the small car feel suddenly warmer.

Nancy looked at Judson, their faces just inches apart. Her clear eyes met his deep, unfathomable gaze, and she felt something flutter inside her. Her heart was pounding loudly in her ears.

"Why are you trying to run, Nancy? We get so into it when we kiss," Judson said, his eyes intense, almost as if he wanted to devour her whole.

Nancy felt a strange panic rise within her. "You're lying. I never kissed you first. It was always you—"

"No, Nancy, you're mistaken. We kiss all the time, just like this—"