Chapter 64 A Fright
Several bystanders cried, and then they followed the stretcher toward the
elevator.
Judson glanced down at the petite woman in his arms, his voice icy. "Hugo, come
out here, now."
Just what had he done to scare Eula like that?
Hugo emerged with a swagger, one eyebrow lifted, casting a sidelong glance at
the woman cradled by Judson.
"She made me miserable, so I gave her a scare. I didn’t think she'd be so easily
frightened," he said with a sneer.
Elbert Hicks threw a punch on Hugo's body. "How does that feel, Hugo?"
Hearing this, Hugo's anger flared, his face turning dark as his fists flew towards
Elbert.
Elbert darted away, laughing, "Just kidding, man, chill out!"
Hugo chased him down, throwing a few more punches before he was mollified.
Then both men waiting for the elevator.
Judson, carrying Eula, approached with a chilly expression. Hugo was solemn and
not daring to provoke him. After all, his lab was funded by Judson—losing that
would spell disaster.
So, with a sycophantic step aside, he said, "Judson, I really was just scaring her,
nothing more."
Judson glanced at him with an indifferent gaze. "Get out here..."
He stepped into the elevator decisively, leaving the other two men outside. Elbert
Hicks glanced at him, remarking, "Now I believe you."
Hugo chuckled. "Told you so. Eula... she's a jinx."
When Eula suddenly woke up , looking around frantically. "Was that all a dream?"
She slapped her face, wishing it was.
But when seeing the handsome cold man next to her which confirmed it wasn't a
dream.
Then, her expression became unfeeling, and she let out a sigh. "Judson, Hugo's
dead, right? You're taking me to the police station, aren't you? Please, can you
look after my three kids?
They are the whole world for me.”
As she spoke, her hand shook his arm. "When I get out, I'll cook for you for the
rest of my life, clean your house forever."
Judson gave her a look. "That's not a bad offer."
Eula was exhausted and slumped back in her seat, waiting for what she thought
was the inevitable.
But the car stopped not at the police station, but at her own doorstep.
Her eyes lit up instantly, then dimmed again. "Are you giving me one last chance
to see my family?"
How would talk with my children? The truth would break their hearts.
She felt like a loser. Though she had given them life but couldn't give them a
father or her company.
Tears streamed down uncontrollably as she was overwhelmed with guilt.
Judson's brow furrowed. "Eula, you really have a wild imagination. Hugo's not
dead."
Eula wiped the tears from her cheek. "You needn’t console me. I know the
saying 'an eye for an eye.' I'm not afraid."
“Not afraid? She's just trembling and trying to talk tough.”
But then, she stopped crying. Her sniffles still betrayed her sorrow - her small
nose twitched continuously.
“I'd never encountered a woman so prone to tears that it actually breaks my
heart.”
With a swift, graceful motion, Judson clasped her chin lightly between my long,
clean fingers, my lips inching closer so that even the slightest movement might
press them together.
Scared stiff, she dared not even breathe, which made her breathless and nervous.
