NovelOnlineChapter 163 Cyrus stood in front of Nancy, his face twisted with rage and desperation. Nancy, however, wore a calm and almost mocking smile. "If you touched Hayley," she said, her voice as cool as a winter breeze, "then Judson didn't toucheither." "Nancy!" Cyrus' mind went blank with a deafening roar. In an instant, all reason vanished, replaced by a blinding fury.
His hands shot out, gripping Nancy's neck tightly. "How could you-" Whack! Nancy's hand flew out, delivering a sharp slap to Cyrus' cheek. The sting sent a jolt through him, and he tightened his grip on her neck. "Nancy, do you have a death wish?" he hissed.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtPain radiated from her throat, making it hard to breathe, but Nancy didn't beg for mercy. Her eyes were cold and filled with disdain.
This only fueled Cyrus' anger, the thought of Judson having been with Nancy consuming him. He leaned in, trying to claim her with a kiss, driven by a singular need: to possess her entirely. Nancy was his and his alone! As Cyrus' lips descended toward hers, Nancy tensed, her instincts screaming to dodge, but his hand was already clamped firmly on the back of her head. The searing kiss landed at the corner of her mouth. Nancy pushed against him, but Cyrus held her wrists captive. "Cyrus, you're sick..." Her words were cut off abruptly as Cyrus moved in for another kiss. Nancy's eyes flashed with revulsion and defiance. She was just about to retaliate when- Bang! The door burst open with a thud. A low, growling voice filled the room, tinged with an edge of distress. "Nancy, why haven't you-Cyrus! You bastard!" Both Nancy and Cyrus turned their heads to see Judson, moving with the lethal grace of a panther, charging towards them. His fist, powered by raw fury, swung with a speed that was utterly unexpected. Cyrus barely had tto register the danger before Judson was upon him, faster than he could have imagined.
Thud! Cyrus staggered backward, crashing into the couch, his anger flaring even hotter. "Judson, who the hell do you think you are to lay hands on me?!" Judson didn't spare him a glance, his focus solely on Nancy. He took in the red marks on her neck and the split on her lip with a dark, brooding intensity.
"Nancy, wait here for me," Judson said, his thumb gently brushing against Nancy's lip as if wiping away something filthy.
Nancy seemed to understand what Judson intended to do. Instinctively, she gripped his hand. "Judson, you don't need to lower yourself to Cyrus' level=" But before she could finish, Cyrus, seething with rage, charged at Judson, fist raised. "Who said you could touch Nancy? She's my wife!"
Judson reacted with lightning speed, meeting Cyrus' punch with one of his wife w own. "Nancy is my wife now," he retorted, his chin lifted defiantly.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm"You're ancient history." The words were like daggers, stabbing deep into Cyrus' heart. His eyes burned with a furious red, all semblance of control lost.
Not just Cyrus, but Judson too was beyond reasoning now.
They clashed, fists flying with a ferocity that far surpassed Judson's with Baldrick.
previous brawl with This wasn't just a fight-this was a battle to destroy.
Cyrus' punch landed on Judson's face, while Judson's knee drove hard into Cyrus' chest. The sickening crunch of bone echoed in the room, but neither man paused.
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