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

With a dark look in his eye, Cyrus strode forward, reaching out to grab Nancy. "Get down here!"

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

In the next moment, moving with the swiftness of a panther, Judson launched himself at Cyrus, throwing a punch.

Cyrus hadn't anticipated Judson's speed and stumbled back a couple of steps.

Bam—!

Caleb's face immediately turned pale. "Mr. Gordon!"

The hit made Cyrus' expression even darker as he glared coldly at Judson. "Who the hell are you?"

"I'm Nancy's husband!" Judson shot back, his handsome face equally stern. "You think you can just yank my wife around like that? You must be out of your mind!"

"You're Nancy's husband?! You've got to be kidding!" Cyrus' face twisted with anger, feeling a fire ignite within him. He turned sharply to look at Nancy, still sitting in the car.

Watching the two of them go at it, Caleb was beside himself with worry but too afraid to intervene.

Caleb turned to Nancy, still sitting in the car, and rushed over. "Ma'am, maybe you should try to stop them?"

He was concerned that things might escalate even further.

"Don't call me ma'am; I've got nothing to do with Cyrus," Nancy replied coldly. "I don't have a husband who calls me names."

Caleb fell silent.

Upon hearing Nancy's words, even amid the chaos of the argument, Cyrus whipped around, his face twisted in fury as he glared at her.

"Am I wrong? Didn't you come here because of this pretty boy? You even let him kiss you. You never let me touch you. Was it because of him?"

Nancy met Cyrus' gaze steadily. "You know the answer to that, don't you?"