Chapter 128 She Must Make Herself Strong
Eula might have been naive, but she knew right from wrong, and she let out a small chuckle. "Of course, anything illegal or immoral is out of the question," she said with a solemn nod.
Judson's eyes narrowed slightly, followed by a mischievous grin. He scooped up a spoonful of soup and brought it to her lips. Glancing at him, Eula noticed his eyes fixed on her, silently urging her to drink. She opened her mouth, accepting the warm liquid.
No sooner had she swallowed than his lips captured hers, stealing the sweet taste lingering in her mouth. His breath mingled with hers as he gently took command of the kiss. She wanted to resist, but her defenses melted away in a heartbeat, leaving her pliable in his arms.
He kissed her deeply and unrelentingly. Worry crept in that he might lose control, just as he had the night before. Reluctantly, Judson pulled away from her, leaving her lips slightly parted, flushed and tantalizing.
Cradled in his embrace, she could finally breathe deeply, her cheeks a brilliant shade of rose. It wasn't until her mind fully snapped back to reality that her eyes sprung wide open.
"Judson, that was out of line," she accused.
Raising an eyebrow, he smiled. "You seemed to be enjoying it. Got a bit carried away and now you’re firing up?"
Eula had never met anyone like him – she was entirely lost on how to counter his boldness. Had she actually enjoyed it? He was forceful, almost robbing her of breath, leaving her mind an utter blank.
Judson's fingers grazed her swollen lips, the taste dangerously sweet, the kind he found himself yearning to savor again and again.
Eula’s face flushed with a mix of anger and embarrassment as she stood up. "Judson, I've told you, I won't be someone's mistress. Just go," she demanded, her voice stern.
Suddenly, she felt a twinge of guilt. Was she really any different from Melissa? This wasn't what she wanted, nor what she was willing to settle for.
Recognizing her genuine anger, Judson saw that her resolve was firm. When her temper flared, she could be quite stubborn. He watched her intently, his gaze piercing. "Eula, I'm not looking to make you a mistress. I've always seen you as more than that," he stated with unwavering conviction.
She couldn't comprehend his logic; to her, the role of a mistress was a true and serious matter. She turned away, refusing to face him.
Judson rose slowly, his lazy smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. "Eula, remember this kiss. Don't let anyone else touch your lips. Just wait for me."
His contract with Kristina wouldn't last forever, and besides, he could end it whenever he wanted. It was just that Grandpa had been under the weather lately. As soon as Grandpa was on the mend, he would set things right.
When the time was right, he'd openly claim Eula. She would become Mrs. Nash, not just a fling or a sideline.
After Judson departed, Eula stood alone, lost in thought for a long while. Despite her protestations, the memory of that kiss lingered; it had moved her more than she cared to admit.
When was the first time she discovered what a kiss tasted like? Clearly, it was because she'd never had a boyfriend, nor interacted with men under normal circumstances.
The sensation was peculiar, but not unpleasant.
Her cheeks flushed, and she bit her lip, trying to regain composure.
Eula checked the door; it was securely closed, and she heard the sound of a car driving away.
She sighed in relief, then gazed up at the starry sky, exhaling deeply.
Eula, endure it for the sake of your job, to pay off your debts!
Once you have your college degree and have made something of yourself, then you can throw your resignation in his face.
"Judson, consider this my resignation. I quit!"
