Chapter 277 Birthday Party (1)
Judson looked at Eula's excited expression and nodded slightly.
"Today is Hugo's birthday, and he loves masquerades," he explained.
Eula looked at everything Judson had prepared, walked over to him, hugged one of his arms, and rested her head on his shoulder.
"Where did you go just now? You've been so busy today," she muttered.
Judson extended his long arm to pull Eula into his embrace, holding her tightly.
"Yeah, I've been a bit busy today. So, did you miss me?" he said.
As he spoke, Judson guided Eula towards the sofa. After sitting down, he pulled her onto his lap.
Eula wrapped her arms around his neck, gazing at his incredibly handsome face. She thought he looked so good, she really liked him!
'There probably isn't a woman who won't like a man like him! How can he be so good-looking?!' she exclaimed silently.
Eula didn't answer him directly but instead buried her head in his chest.
She felt so good being with him at this moment!
But, would they really have a future?
Eula didn't dare to think too far ahead; she just wanted to cherish the present.
Judson inhaled the sweet scent from her body, his long fingers lightly tapping her small mouth.
"What perfume are you wearing?" he asked.
It smelled so good, and it was very similar to the girl in his dreams. He couldn't find that woman, so he treated Eula as her, as a form of solace.
Eula's big eyes flickered. She hadn't used perfume since she got pregnant, and she still didn't use one now because perfume wasn't good for children's sense of smell.
Eula lowered her eyes and smiled, her long, curly eyelashes casting a shadow under her eyes.
"I'm not wearing any perfume; maybe it's the scent from the kids on my clothes," she answered.
Her clothes were washed together with the three kids', so they had a bit of the kids' milky scent. She had noticed this before.
Clothes washed separately and those washed with the kids had different scents.
Judson heard this and a faint smile appeared in his eyes. "Smells really good."
With that, his lips moved to her neck, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath before kissing her.
Eula felt a shiver run through her body, wanting to push him away but also not wanting to. It was a strange feeling.
Judson continued kissing downwards until her shirt was half open, and she finally came to her senses.
She grabbed his ear and said, "Judson, stop."
Hearing her soft voice, Judson paused, but his crotch area had become tight, making him very uncomfortable.
He looked at her deeply and said, "Eula, help me."
With that, he pulled Eula into the lounge.
By the time everything was over, Eula's face was as red as it could be, and her right hand felt almost tired out.
Judson had a slight smile on his face and leaned in to kiss her on the lips.
"Baby, thank you!" he said affectionately.
Then Judson went into the bathroom, and Eula rolled over on the bed.
Why did she get so excited just because Judson thanked her for doing that for him?
She really wanted to tell him, "Next time, I'll help you again."
Eula raised her hand to cover her face, it felt so hot.
Although a bit flustered, she got up, tidied her clothes, and looked down.
He had probably left hickeys from his deep kiss; Eula took a deep breath, hoping they would fade soon, or she wouldn't be able to wear that beautiful dress tonight.
When Eula left the lounge, she found everything in the office was normal as could be; no one had come in.
Eula returned to her desk and started working.
After a while, Judson came out, still looking as impeccable as ever.
He sat at his desk, glancing over to see Eula busy with her head down, knowing she was too shy to meet his gaze.
Judson's gaze deepened as he looked at her. Indeed, a woman's hand was different from his own.
