Chapter 115 

Nancy’s eyes were misty as she gazed at Judson, seemingly trying to decipher the meaning behind his words. 

She looked as puzzled as a lost kitten, her eyes a bit red at the corners. Just for a moment, Judson felt something snap inside him, leaving room for only one overwhelming thought. 

He wanted her, to make Nancy his completely. 

Before Nancy could even process what was happening, she found herself sinking into the plush, king–sized bed. 

His fiery kiss was upon her again, their lips and tongues intertwining with an urgency that seemed to want to steal the very air from each other’s lungs. 

*Judson…” Nancy whimpered, her voice trembling with uncertainty. 

Judson paused, sensing the quiver in her voice, and quickly wrapped her in a comforting embrace. “Nancy, don’t be scared.” 

Nancy nestled closer to Judson’s neck,murmuring, “I’m not scared.” 

Judson realized Nancy was ready, and his hand moved to her back, intending to soothe. But as his fingers brushed over a faint scar, his pupils dilated, and the fire inside him instantly cooled. 

Nancy looked at Judson, who had suddenly frozen, her confusion evident. Just as she was about to speak, she found herself lifted into his arms. 

She sat in the cool bathtub, looking up at him with a mix of confusion and upset. “Judson…” 

With a sudden rush, icy water sprayed down from the showerhead, dousing Nancy in its chill. 

Judson gave a bittersweet smile. “Nancy, I do want to be with you, but I don’t want you to hate me for it.” 

He wouldn’t touch the scars on her heart, not like the monster from her past. 

Nancy was confused and visibly uncomfortable, wriggling as she tried to climb out of the tub. But Judson quickly stepped in, pulling her close as he sat down with her. 

He grabbed his phone and made a call. “Get the antidote for ‘Lust‘ and bring over a few buckets of ice.” 

“Yes, Mr. Buchanan.” 

He tossed the phone aside and looked at the struggling Nancy. “Nancy, it’ll be okay soon.” 

The sound of rushing water filled the room, and before long, the tub was full. 

Nancy felt caught between extremes–her body burning hot, yet the water was so cold. Only Judson’s embrace felt right. 

Instinctively, she burrowed closer to him. “Judson, I’m so hot…” 

“Hang in there, Nancy. It’ll be over soon.” Judson murmured, his head resting against her back. 

Nancy grew increasingly uncomfortable and was just about to speak when a firm knock at the door interrupted 

her. Judson positioned himself protectively in front of her, his voice steady. “Come in.” 

A man in a crisp black suit hurried in, averting his eyes at the scene. “Mr. Buchanan, the ice is here, but the antidote will take a bit longer…” 

“Leave.” Judson’s voice was cold as ice. 

The man didn’t linger, quickly retreating. Judson stepped out of the tub and returned with a bucket of ice, pouring it into the water. 

Nancy shot Judson a frustrated look. 

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For the first time, Judson understood the meaning of restraint–wanting something yet holding back from it. 

Without a word, he cupped Nancy’s face and kissed her deeply. 

Time seemed to stretch as their lips remained locked, and when he finally pulled back, Nancy’s lips were tingling. She was about to speak when everything went black, and she collapsed against him. 

Judson caught her quickly, feeling her skin, relieved to find her temperature had dropped. 

Without hesitating, he wrapped her in a towel and carried her out of the bathroom. 

As he laid Nancy on the bed, another knock echoed through the room. 

Judson’s voice was cool, “Come in.” 

A doctor in a white coat entered swiftly, taking a quick look at Nancy and understanding the situation immediately. He administered the antidote with practiced efficiency.