Chapter 253 He's Happy

She put her legs on the chair, hugged them, and rested her face on her knees, like a lazy cat lost in a sweet dream.

Tilda’s words made Jude’s heart skip a beat. He didn’t dare think too far, afraid he’d get hurt, afraid he was misunderstanding her. But at that moment… Jude really wanted to lean closer, kiss Tilda’s hair, kiss her cheek, and… her slightly red lips.

Jude left. He had just finished blow-drying Tilda’s hair and watched her put on her makeup. No matter what, he was still the head of the Bells, the CEO of DY Group. Even though his impulse was about to break through his self-control and destroy his reason, in the end, he still thought of Tilda. Her presence alone pulled him back to his senses and made him stop.

Tilda’s heart felt a little tangled. She actually wanted Jude to kiss her tonight, but after all, she was still a girl. It would feel embarrassing to ask him to… Too bad Jude held himself back. Oh, well… A man who is too rational and not emotional is sometimes not a good thing.

But Tilda and Jude still had plenty of time to take things slow. In this life, she wouldn’t make the same stupid mistake and ruin her future. She already had something even more important than family. In this life, she wasn’t alone anymore.

“Okay… Time to pull an all-nighter and finish the mission the organization gave me. Let’s go, Tilda!”

Jude left the apartment and got into the car. Vassal asked, “Boss, are we heading back?”

Jude didn’t answer right away. He just pulled out his phone and called Maurice and Alfie. Maurice was at a party. Alfie was already asleep, but Jude dragged them both out anyway. After hanging up, Jude said, “Go to Nightingale Bar.”

“Yes, sir.”

Nightingale Bar.

Jude had already downed a few glasses of '82 Lafite. Alfie and Maurice rushed over, looking anxious.

“What’s going on? I was in the middle of a sweet dream about kissing my future wife, and you disturbed me!” Alfie, who was grumpy from being woken up, puffed his cheeks out like an angry squirrel.

“Okay, Jude’s never been this worked up before. Something big must’ve happened… Let’s sit down and talk. Jude, what’s going on?” Maurice pulled Alfie into a seat, both of them staring curiously at Jude.

Nothing had ever made Jude so anxious that he had to call Maurice and Alfie to the Nightingale Bar, because Jude was a monster–no matter how difficult a problem was or how impossible it seemed to others, he could always handle it perfectly.

“It’s nothing. Let’s drink. Tonight, it’s all on me.”

Huh?

Alfie and Maurice couldn’t believe they were hearing this from Jude.

“Jude… are you sick? Don’t scare me.” Facing such a strange Jude, Alfie quietly swallowed. He was scared!

“What’s wrong? I’m in a good mood and feel like drinking. Is that a problem?” Jude’s cold, thin lips curved into a faint smile. He was radiating the unmistakable air of a man in love.

Alfie and Maurice were dumbfounded. They got it! Jude wasn’t in trouble! He’s in love and ending his single life! He’s happy! Damn it! Is this how you treat your single friends? It’s bad enough we were dragged out of bed in the middle of the night… But now we’ve gotta sit here and watch him show off! Tilda! Control your man!

Tilda had no idea what Alfie and Maurice were going through. After working all night, she finally finished the mission. Surprisingly, she still felt great. Maybe it was because of the food Jude brought, or maybe… she was just in too good a mood? Probably both.

Tilda stretched, packaged the documents, and sent them to Manfred. Then she went to bed to catch up on sleep. She didn’t have classes in the morning anyway.

After Tilda fell asleep, she found herself in a pink flower field. Pink petals floated through the air. It was beautiful, like a fairy tale. Blue skies and white clouds stretched endlessly. Before she could even process what was happening, a beam of light tore through the horizon. And from within it–like the sun breaking through–came Jude. He flew to Tilda’s side. That godlike, handsome face carried a smile full of doting and love. He took Tilda’s hand and pulled her into his arms. Tilda felt like she had no strength left. She could only let Jude have his way with her.

Once she was in his embrace… the kiss that hadn’t happened before… slowly happened, deepened.

Even if it was only a dream, Jude’s lips tasted sweeter than she had imagined. She felt that spark again.