Chapter 193 Eula Was Scared
Eula's scream echoed through the room, "Mr. Nash, what are you doing?"
"I’m going to sleep with my wife," he replied nonchalantly.
With those words, he began to ascend the stairs, Eula squirming in his arms. Her struggle was short-lived, however, as the fear of falling overtook her. She ceased her resistance, opting instead to cling to his neck for safety. As she gazed at his handsome face, a wave of dizziness washed over her. His charm seemed to be amplified by his drunken state. Tentatively, she reached up, tracing her fingers along his long eyelashes. "I am not your wife. You're mistaken," she whispered. Judson, however, only smirked in response. "Just now, the driver said that you called me your husband, so you must be my wife. I can't be wrong." His voice was low and husky, his face devoid of any discernible emotion. Eula sighed inwardly. 'Did he hear that? Wasn't he supposed to be asleep with his eyes closed at that time? Was he pretending to be asleep at that time? No, that’s impossible. If he heard it, he would have questioned me about it. He is drunk. He will definitely forget about it tomorrow,' she mused.Upon reaching the bedroom, Judson unceremoniously tossed Eula onto the bed, the force causing her to bounce slightly. Eula's mouth dropped open in shock. She quickly scrambled towards the edge of the bed, deeming it unsafe to remain in the middle, especially with an inebriated Judson. However, before she could reach the safety of the edge, Judson's large hand ensnared her, flinging her back into the center of the bed. He climbed on top of her, capturing her lips in a kiss and pinning her hands above her head, pressing them into the soft mattress. Eula was in turmoil. She hadn't anticipated this side of Judson when intoxicated. Not only had he failed to recognize his own home, but he had also mistaken her for his wife. She wanted to correct him, to tell him that she was Eula, not Kristina, but she found no opportunity to speak. Judson's kiss was passionate and unyielding, leaving them both breathless. His dominance was mirrored in his kiss, making it difficult for her to resist. She fought to remain conscious. Judson, clad only in his underwear, was causing a stirring within her. The touch of his skin against hers was igniting a desire she was struggling to suppress. As a mature woman, she too had desires. But now, she felt her rationality being overshadowed by her lust. She fought to maintain control. She couldn't let her reason succumb to her lust. Judson watched her, her helpless yet enticing expression causing the smile in his eyes to deepen. He could take advantage of her tonight, using the alcohol as a pretext, and she would understand his intentions afterward, wouldn't she?Eula was lost in her thoughts, and when she snapped back to reality, she found her mouth finally released, allowing her to breathe freely. However, a chill ran down her spine as if her clothes had been stripped off again. 'He wants to play the same trick again,' she thought. She raised her hand, patting his back. "Judson, wake up a bit. I am Eula, not Kristina!" Judson was well aware that she wasn't Kristina. He wanted Eula. Her protest was cut short as her mouth was sealed once again, his large hand exploring her body. Eula's eyes widened in shock. She was filled with anxiety and fear. The situation was eerily reminiscent of the man who had abandoned her after their intimate encounter. It was uncannily similar. She even felt that the warmth and patterns on Judson’s palm were identical to those of the man who had been with her years ago. The current situation mirrored her past experience so closely that it filled her with dread, causing her to become extremely agitated. The bitter memory of that incident was like a scar, causing pain whenever it was touched. She was in agony. The painful memory threatened to tear her apart. Summoning all her strength, she struggled, kicking wildly with her slender, beautiful legs. She managed to kick Judson off the bed. Finally free from his grasp, Eula sat up. Judson, nursing his aching head, rose to his feet. "Eula, are you serious? It hurts," he complained.
