Chapter 143 She's Beautiful
Rodolfo glanced at the man beside them before his gaze settled on their mother.
It was clear he had feelings for her.
But when he saw his clueless mom, who was admonishing the dangers of fireworks for children, he sighed quietly.
The villa's front yard held a hot springs pool and aquatic features, while the backyard was an ideal spot for fireworks.
Judson led them to the backyard, where a variety of fireworks were piled high.
Myles, with a few bodyguards, lit the arranged fireworks as Miss Lowe and the kids arrived. In an instant, the sky burst into sound and color, the brilliant fireworks illuminating everything.
Eula was stunned by the sight; she had seen fireworks during New Year's celebrations, but this proximity was a first.
She suddenly thought about a novel she had read, where the main characters set off fireworks on a mountain all night long.
Back then, she wondered what that must feel like—probably wonderful, right?
Unfortunately, she had never been in love and feared she might never know what it felt like.
But now, watching the sky ablaze with fireworks—not lit for her, but easy to pretend they were—stirred something deep inside her.
Dewitt and Rodolfo each reached out to cover Angie's ears, while Angie gazed up at the sky, adoring the blossoming flowers and hearts in the light show.
Her excitement was palpable as she practically bounced on her feet. "Bro, this is so cool!"
The two boys remained cool as cucumbers, glancing up to appreciate the fireworks blooming across the sky.
Judson watched Angie being doted on by her big brothers—it was clear that even without a father, these brothers brought great joy to her life.
Being the eldest was like being a second father. He bet that when it came time for her to date, she'd be picky—only someone who could measure up to her brothers would stand a chance.
His gaze shifted to the woman beside him, her head tilted back watching the sky, a small smile playing on her lips. She didn't share Angie's unbridled enthusiasm but watched the bursts of color quietly.
Impulsively, Judson reached over to cover her ears.
Her eyes dropped from the heavens to his face, and a flush of pink washed over her.
"Judson, I'm not a kid anymore," she chuckled. She wasn't Angie, after all; the fireworks' bangs were hardly a bother.
Judson gave a slight smile. "Those kids are so well-mannered. I had to step it up or I'd look less grown-up than they are."
Eula couldn't help but laugh, glancing at the three children in the distance. They looked like a scene from a comic—adorable kids with a backdrop of splendid fireworks.
She didn't mind Judson's closeness and let him keep his hands over her ears. She knew Judson had his pride—he didn't want to be outshone by her sons—so she let him have his moment.
Quick with his phone, Myles captured the intimate moment, gleefully thinking that this shot might earn him a bonus from Judson.
Previously, Myles hadn't understood the benefits of Judson having a woman in his life. Staying on Miss Lowe's good side meant smooth sailing from here on out—even a mistake would be forgiven with just a word from her.
But Judson's eyes weren't on the fireworks; he was transfixed by the face inches from his own. Her lips were slightly pursed, reminiscent of full cherries, and her eyes were crystal clear, untainted.
