Chapter 227 They Meet Each Other

Jude nodded. “Yeah, they don’t know the basics of real life.”

Of course, stuff like that would never hit the news.

The PR teams for Woodward Group and Rowse Group were no joke.

Any gossip like that would vanish in seconds.

“What about you? You know how to do it?”

“… Just a little.”

Tilda raised her eyebrows. “Wait, you’re not gonna pretend?”

Normally, Jude acted like he had it all together, untouchable, always one step ahead.

It seemed like there was nothing he couldn’t do.

It was rare to see him admit he couldn’t do something.

“I’d rather risk looking like a fool in front of the girl I love than keep lying to her.”

He said it straight to Tilda, his eyes steady and full of sincerity.

She smiled. “Not bad. That answer earns you points.”

She couldn’t stand liars either.

After what happened with Dominic, she was over it.

Right then, Preston and Kyla walked in.

He said, “Kyla, our spot is right here. They’ve got private rooms, but I thought you’d enjoy the outside seating more.”

She smiled. “Yeah, Preston, great choice! I’ve always heard this place has amazing fondue, but I never got the chance to come. Glad you brought me!”

Then, she caught something in the crowd and froze.

Tilda?! Am I seeing this right? Why is she here?!

Preston noticed her stare, and his face darkened.

Damn it.

Of all places, he had to bump into Tilda again.

He wondered if she was tailing him.

Ever since he came back from abroad, she kept showing up.

First the Nightingale Bar, now here.

And the guy sitting across from her looked oddly familiar from behind.

But Preston couldn’t see clearly. Jude and the others had their backs turned, tall enough to block his view.

Una was the first to recognize Kyla. Her face instantly darkened.

She tugged on Tilda’s sleeve, whispering, “Tilda, it’s that fake bitch. Ugh, why do we keep running into her? It’s so gross.”

Tilda finally spotted Kyla, but she just shifted her gaze and said calmly, “Ignore them. Let’s just eat.”

“Fine.”

Una forced herself to look away.

If that fake bitch dared to mess with Tilda again, Una swore she’d dump her drink on Kyla’s head.

“Forget it, Kyla, don’t even look at them. Let’s just eat.”

Preston had worked hard to get this dinner with Kyla–just the two of them.

No way was he letting Tilda ruin it.

On that point, he and Tilda oddly agreed.

Both treated the other like they didn’t exist.

But Kyla didn’t budge. She barely heard Preston’s words.

Her eyes were locked on Jude’s back–the man she couldn’t get out of her head.

She’d only met him twice, but those moments were carved into her memory.

Those were her most precious memories.

She had secretly snapped tons of photos of him, mostly from the side or behind.

Jude was too sharp. If Kyla tried to photograph his face, he’d notice right away.

She’d dreamed about him countless times.

So, of course, she could still recognize his back.

“Kyla…” Preston frowned, noticing how she zoned out, staring at Jude.

His pride stung.

Kyla finally snapped out of it. She swallowed nervously and pointed at Jude’s back, trying to sound casual. “Uh, Preston, is that Jude?”

And not just Jude–Alfie and Maurice too, the heirs of the Woodward Group and Rowse Group!

The most famous bachelors in Slosa were all sitting there!

Kyla had memorized every detail about her backup future husbands, so she knew their info better than her SAT prep.

What the hell? Why are they all hanging out with Tilda?

Could it be that Tilda’s just shameless enough to throw herself at them?

“Jude?” Preston blurted without thinking.

The moment his name was called, Jude turned and glanced at Preston.

Right away. Jude’s eyes carried a cold, crushing power, like a weight pressing down on Preston’s chest.