Chapter 329 Overwhelmed by Longing
"Is she still out cold?" Judson suddenly asked, a hint of warmth in his eyes when he mentioned her.
That special warmth was something only Eula could bring out in him.
"Yeah, she's still snoozing. They probably stayed up way too late last night."
Judson nodded slightly and headed upstairs.
He pushed open her bedroom door, which Eula surprisingly hadn't locked. With three kids around, she probably never bothered to lock it.
Judson closed the door behind him and locked it, not wanting anyone to interrupt.
He walked over to the bed, looking down at her.
She looked adorable while sleeping, curled up in a ball, blowing little bubbles, looking just like Angie.
The room was filled with her pleasant scent, and Judson took a deep breath.
Then he reached out to touch her delicate face, and she suddenly murmured, "It hurts."
After saying that, she turned over and continued sleeping.
But her sleeping posture wasn't very graceful, with one leg out of the blanket and her butt sticking up high.
Judson frowned slightly, turned her face, and looked closely.
There was a very noticeable slap mark on her left cheek, and it was a bit swollen.
"Who hit you?" he asked coldly. Hearing his voice, Eula suddenly opened her eyes and saw him holding her face with both hands.
"It must be a dream, definitely a dream." She was about to close her eyes again when Judson reached out to touch the side of her face that had been hit.
"I asked you, who hit you?"
Eula realized it was him, pouted, and turned away. "None of your business."
Eula was still mad at him. But to be honest, Judson hadn't been happy with her last night, either.
How did Judson feel when she chose to go back to her grandpa's with Geoffrey?
Judson's expression turned slightly cold, and he pulled her into his arms. "Eula, last night Kristina decided to spend Christmas at my place, but it wasn't my idea. She went on her own because my grandpa likes her. He's not in good health, so I didn't send her away. However, in my heart, there's only you. Do you understand?"
Eula reluctantly glanced at him upon hearing this, still pouting and looking unhappy. "Okay!"
Judson saw she was still angry. "Can we call it even? You went home with Geoffrey for your grandpa, and I didn't send Kristina away for mine."
Judson saw things very clearly, and Eula finally realized it.
She had done something just as excessive as he did. She reached out and hugged his neck. "Judson, I may be a bit willful, but I love you!"
Hearing this, Judson's heart warmed and sweetened.
A faint smile appeared on his lips, and then he kissed her delicate lips.
Eula tasted the flavor of his lips, a smile crossing her face as she closed her eyes and hugged his neck.
Judson's embrace exuded a strong, cool fragrance, his unique scent.
Judson's long, clean fingers ran through her hair, his agile tongue prying open her teeth and invading deeply.
Eula couldn't help but make a sound under his expert kissing, her face turning red.
Her hands slid up into his cold, hard hair, and Judson felt a sense of accomplishment seeing her intoxicated expression.
His large palm explored under her nightgown, her skin smooth as marble. Eula felt the warmth of his palm. She bit her lip, powerless to resist.
She felt uncomfortable all over, a bit hot, and a bit uneasy.
Judson's kisses trailed down her neck, inch by inch.
At this moment, Judson's heavy, urgent breathing filled the room, a sexy sound that made one's scalp tingle.
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