Chapter 437 Jealousy
Eula analyzed the situation clearly, then suddenly jumped out of bed, grabbed the vase beside her, and turned on the light.
"Who are you?" She screamed, holding the vase with both hands, ready to smash it at any moment.
The man on the bed moved first, then the light was too bright, so he had to raise his well-defined hand to shield his eyes. "It's me."
That low, cold voice sounded, with a hint of laziness.
Eula was slightly startled. Why did it sound so much like Judson's voice? Was she hallucinating?
"Who are you?" She asked again, not trusting her ears at the moment. She must be groggy; Judson couldn't possibly be here.
Judson was fully awake and saw Eula holding the vase, ready to hit someone. He laughed.
At least Eula had a pretty strong self-defense instinct and even grabbed a weapon.
He sat up, and his handsome, chiseled face appeared in front of Eula. He curled his lips. "Now, do you know who I am?"
Eula's shoulders relaxed slightly, finally feeling relieved. It wasn't some other man.
Otherwise, she would have gone crazy and definitely caused a scene at the hotel.
She put the vase back on the table, and suddenly her eyes widened. "Judson, how did you get into my room?"
He was still wearing pajamas. Did this guy have some special ability to teleport into her room while sleeping?
This was Fashion City, not City A.
And it was quite far away. Eula's eyes grew more confused as she looked at him, thinking he was acting very strange.
Judson was genuinely shocked by Eula's intelligence. He raised his hand to scratch his messy hair. "I'm here on a business trip, and then I heard from my grandma that you were here. So I told the hotel front desk that you were my wife and showed them our photo, and then I got the room key."
He originally wanted to surprise her, but Eula was sleeping very soundly.
He couldn't bear to wake her, so after taking a shower, he quietly lay down beside her. Being able to hold her and sleep for a night was good enough.
Eula exhaled, jumped onto the bed, wrapped her arms around his neck, and bit him on the neck.
"Eula, are you crazy?"
After biting to her heart's content, Eula lifted her head, her small face wrinkled. "Judson, you scared me. I thought I had slept in the wrong room and was sharing a bed with a strange man."
The thought of such a surprise was terrifying.
Judson pinched her small face, "Silly, that would never happen."
Then he stared at her alluring lips, wanting to kiss her. His lips slowly moved towards hers.
Eula suddenly remembered last night's events and dodged his lips, leaving him empty-handed.
The fire in Judson's eyes grew stronger. "Eula, I want you."
The timing was just right; he didn't want to miss this opportunity.
Eula pouted, let go of his neck, and fell onto the bed, turning her back to him. "Wasn't Kristina enough for you last night? You and she did that, you're dirty, Judson. I don't want you anymore."
Her voice was muffled, the earlier joy completely gone, replaced by a hint of bitterness.
Judson was completely confused. Last night with Kristina, he did that, how could he have slept with her?
Eula's imagination was too wild.
He reached out and touched her head, wrapped in gauze, "How did this happen?"
Eula then remembered her head. She had worn a hat during the day and a headband at the evening party to cover the unsightly gauze, and she had forgotten about it herself.
Now that he mentioned it, she remembered she had a hole in her head, and it hurt a lot!
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