Chapter 202 Am I Dreaming?
Melissa crouched down, her fingertips brushing gently against Kristina's cheek. "Kristina, you're truly on the brink of engagement to Judson. Soon, you'll bear the title of Mrs. Nash." The thought of it was so amusing, she couldn't contain her laughter. Joy bubbled within her, unrestrained.Kristina inhaled deeply, her voice steady as she confirmed, "Yes, I'm aware it's all real." Yet, she alone knew the reality was far from the truth. She harbored the belief that she could make Judson fall for her, provided she managed to secure their engagement that day. With her newfound status, she would have a better opportunity to draw closer to him.Judson, still nursing a hangover from the previous night, was rudely awakened by the insistent knocking of the stylist at his door. Irritated, he swung the door open. "What is it?" His voice was a low growl, laced with impatience."Mr. Nash... we're here to prepare you for your engagement party," they explained.At this, Judson raised a hand to rake his fingers through his hair, a languid gesture that was undeniably captivating. He turned on his heel and retreated into his bedroom, the stylists and makeup artists trailing in his wake.Abruptly, he issued a command in a frosty tone, "Go to the adjacent guest room. I don't appreciate others invading my space." Without a moment's hesitation, they withdrew to the nearby guest room, leaving Judson to return to his slumber.He didn't stir until nearly eleven o'clock when Myles, in a state of urgency, ascended the stairs. "Have you finished?" The others turned their attention to Myles in the guest room. The stylist, a woman named Celestia Sunray, responded helplessly, "Myles, Mr. Nash is still asleep. We tried to rouse him earlier, but he was far from pleased."Myles was well aware of Judson's reluctance towards the engagement, a fact that only added to his mounting headache. He extracted his phone from his pocket and dialed Eula. At that moment, Eula was lounging in the courtyard, soaking up the sun while her three children played nearby. Her two sons were engrossed in a game of basketball, while Angie skipped rope.Mary emerged, phone in hand, to inform Eula, "Your phone has been ringing."Eula removed her sunglasses and lazily extended her arm to take the phone, glancing at the screen.
"Myles, what's the matter?" It was a Saturday, and even if she had plans to attend the engagement banquet with Geoffrey, it wouldn't be until later in the afternoon."Eula, can you come to Mr. Nash's house? I could use your help," Myles pleaded. He thought to himself, 'Only Eula has the power to coax Mr. Nash out of bed without incurring his wrath.' Yet, he knew he was taking a gamble. If Eula did show up, would Judson still be willing to go through with his engagement to Kristina? Or would he choose to elope with Eula instead?He quickly dismissed the audacious thought, chalking it up to absurdity. It was an impossibility. Eula paused, taken aback, before responding calmly, "I'm sorry, but I'm taking the day off. I'm not interested in working overtime. If it's urgent, have Mr. Nash call me." With that, she ended the call, leaving Myles stunned.He stared at his phone, confirming that Eula had indeed hung up. His expression darkened slightly, but he mustered the courage to knock on Judson's door. When Judson appeared, his face set in a grim expression, Myles instinctively took a step back."Mr. Nash, it's already half past eleven," he stammered. As the host of the banquet, Judson should have been in the banquet hall by now. The Lowe family had already arrived and were growing increasingly impatient."Myles, it seems you've been rather idle lately. Do you need me to assign you some tasks?" Judson inquired, his tone icy.Myles shook his head vigorously. "No, Mr. Nash, I..." His thoughts turned to Eula, silently pleading for her to come to his rescue.Judson brushed past him, striding into the adjacent guest room. His towering figure caused everyone present to rise to their feet. "Mr. Nash," they greeted him.Judson glanced at the formal attire laid out for him. "Which one is mine?"Celestia presented him with the suit he was meant to wear. "Mr. Nash, it's this one. Do you find it satisfactory?"Judson accepted it, his voice curt as he dismissed them. "You may leave now."Celestia hesitated, reminding him, "Mr. Nash, we still need to apply your makeup." It was a request from Kristina, believing that a touch of makeup would enhance Judson's handsome features.
