Chapter 116 He Became Gentle
As she spoke, she casually stroked Judson's face, her mischievous smile deepening.
Judson's expression darkened even further. He wanted to drop her right there on the spot.
Gorgeous? He was an upstanding man through and through, and tonight—he'd give her a taste of that.
Reaching the ground floor, the driver was already waiting, respectfully opening the car door for them.
Judson ushered Eula in and then slid into the car himself.
He noticed her lying against the car window, muttering to herself as she gazed outside.
"Little fairy, I'm actually quite lonely. I wish you could stay with me forever."
It was as if overnight, she morphed from a child into the mother of children, forced to grow up so swiftly. It was excruciatingly difficult.
Especially when the triplets were younger, when one got sick, it was like a domino effect – when one fell ill, the others followed, until all three were down for the count. It was nearly the end of her sanity.
The sheer effort it took to raise them to where they were now was an incredible feat—a labor of love.
Judson was annoyed, but he responded to her nonetheless.
"Eula, is this your way of confessing?" he asked.
Wasn't her wanting him around all the time just another way of declaring her feelings?
Eula suddenly turned, her eyes a misty haze as she gazed at him, then slowly drew closer and wrapped her arms around his neck, kissing him on the lips.
Judson was momentarily stunned — this time, she initiated it.
The feeling was completely different, but abruptly, he pulled her away.
"Do you even know who I am?" he questioned.
Was she mistaking him for a woman, was that why she was so forward with her kiss?
Eula shook her head, "I don't know, but your lips feel so familiar and so... delicious."
Then she dove in again, more assertive this time, even slipping in her tongue.
Judson thought to push her away, but then it hit him — she was drunk, it didn't matter who she thought he was, he was the one reaping the benefits.
So, he switched gears, becoming the aggressor and kissing her passionately.
Eula was startled, attempting to pull away, but his firm grip on the back of her head left her immobilized, leaving her no choice but to surrender to his kisses, to his embrace.
The driver, overhearing the commotion in the car, was on edge, and he stepped on the gas, speeding toward the destination.
Judson gave the driver a sharp glance through the rearview mirror, which was enough to discourage any further glances back.
It took half an hour for the driver to reach the destination. When the vehicle finally stopped, he let out a silent sigh of relief—they were home.
Judson stepped out of the car, carrying Eula into the house.
Once inside, they were locked in an inseparable embrace again.
Eula may have been drunk, but her reactions were anything but sluggish; she responded to every move he made with uncanny aptitude.
Together, they made their way upstairs, leaving a trail of discarded garments all the way to Judson's bedroom.
Their lips remained sealed together, except now, all of Eula's clothes had been removed, leaving her shivering slightly from the cold.
Judson, on the other hand, felt the opposite — an uncontainable heat swirling within him. He freed her lips for a moment, grinning in a low voice.
"If you're cold, let's take it to the bed," he suggested.
He looped her legs around his waist and kicked the bedroom door closed. Then, with his back against it, he moved towards the bed.
They both tumbled into the soft expanse of the bed, the warmth finally enveloping Eula.
She scooted backward, seeking refuge under the covers.
Judson watched her charm unfold before him, and it was irresistible. He undid his tie from around his neck, gradually shedding his clothes.
Then he slid under the covers, turning to face her with a voice low and laced with a tantalizing mix of cool and allure, a slight smirk on his lips.
" Eula, tell me—do you recognize me as a man or a woman?"
With that, he gently kissed her again, enveloping her in warmth and tenderness.
