Chapter 230 You Make Me Sick
It was like she was terrified Jude might get the wrong picture.
Preston just froze. His flicker of unease instantly grew. Is Kyla into Jude? Is that why she’s falling over herself to explain, desperate for him not to misunderstand?
Kyla didn’t care what Preston was thinking. She thought she’d figured it out. Jude ignored her and even went so far as to stab her with a fork. She thought it was probably because he thought she was Preston’s girlfriend.
But that was totally wrong. She wasn’t with Preston. She wasn’t like Tilda, who shamelessly chased after guys like Andy and Jude. She was pure, kind, and innocent!
Alfie gave a low whistle. Some people just couldn’t be saved. Kyla was blind to reality. She stepped right over every chance Jude had given her and still tried to get close. Did she truly think she could seduce Jude? Girls like that never had a happy ending.
Tilda hadn’t moved a muscle. She decided to stay out of it. Jude would deal with Kyla himself, and he’d make sure she regretted ever trying. She didn’t need to get her hands dirty.
The crowd watched in silence, but not a single person dared jump in. Jude’s aura was too overwhelming. Anyone with sense could see it wasn’t something normal people should mess with. If they did, they’d only get themselves wrecked. Those who knew Jude already figured Kyla was as good as gone. But she kept clinging to her silly hope. She still tried to talk her way out of it.
“Jude, it’s me–Kyla, the Jensons‘ adopted daughter. We met at a party once. Don’t you remember? You even helped me when I was being picked on…”
Right then, Una grabbed a glass of juice and threw it right in Kyla’s face. The cold, sticky drink drenched her, shutting her up instantly. As it dripped down her skin, her head finally cleared.
“Fake bitch, who do you think you’re fooling? Beat it! You seriously believe anyone buys that crap? You make me sick!” Una couldn’t hold it back anymore.
Even after everything that just went down, Kyla kept acting fake. She still shamelessly called Tilda intimately while trying to seduce Jude. Una wanted nothing more than to rip Kyla’s hair out and beat her into the ground. She hadn’t exploded earlier because Jude had stabbed Kyla with a fork. That scene had shocked her. She never thought he’d go that far. But watching Kyla still play the poor-me act, Una almost wished Jude had shoved the fork straight down her throat and landed her in the ICU.
“How could you treat Kyla like that?!” Preston finally came to his senses, glaring at Una. He knew he couldn’t go against Jude, but Una? That was different.
“Preston, can’t you control your mutt? Didn’t you see her drooling all over Jude, practically throwing herself at him?” Tilda finally spoke, and her words cut straight to the bone. She nailed the one thing Preston didn’t want to face. His face instantly darkened, like he’d just been cheated on.
“Tilda, yes! You nailed it!” Una had been struggling to put it into words, but Tilda summed it up perfectly. She clapped her hands, fired up.
Jude, who’d been about to finish things himself, turned his eyes on Tilda. There was surprise there, and maybe even curiosity. Was Tilda snapping at Kyla because she was jealous? If that was true, Jude would be thrilled.
“Tilda, you’ve got it wrong. I just haven’t seen Jude in ages. I got a little too excited. That’s all. I don’t have any feelings for him. I swear!” Now that her head was clearer, Kyla started to panic. She scrambled to explain, looking more pitiful than ever.
Seeing her looking like that, Preston immediately slid back into full-on simp mode. “Tilda, quit talking trash! You’re only jealous of Kyla. That’s why you’re trying to humiliate her!” He had grown up with Kyla, so he refused to believe she liked Jude. He was convinced he still mattered to her. In his mind, they were perfect for each other.
“Kyla, do you talk to every guy this intimately? Maybe grab a mirror and see just how fake you are.”