Chapter 325 Wait for Me
Tilda arrived at the hotel’s back entrance. Snow was falling, and flakes danced and swirled in the cold air. On the street, couples shared scarves, walking happily together. They laughed and chatted.
Tilda looked at them for a moment, lost in thought. It was so cold, but the air felt calm and peaceful. She exhaled, and her warm breath made little clouds in the frosty air. Snowflakes landed lightly on her. She wondered why Jude wanted her at the back entrance.
Jude wasn’t the type to play tricks. As she was thinking, the sound of a carriage came from the street. Clippity-clop, clippity-clop. Tilda turned her head. Her eyes widened. She couldn’t believe her eyes. She saw a white horse pulling a pumpkin-shaped carriage. It looked like Cinderella’s carriage from the fairytale. Inside, a dazzling pure-white evening gown and high heels waited. Tilda’s own outfit felt plain in comparison. It totally shattered the fairytale vibe.
“Ms. Tilda, please, get in the carriage.” The man leading the horse stepped down and opened the carriage door. Tilda recognized him. It was Vassal, Jude’s top assistant who could handle anything.
Tilda asked carefully, “Since you’re here… does that mean… Jude is here too?”
Vassal bowed his head. “Mr. Bell said, if you want to know, please get in the carriage, Ms. Tilda.”
“Hah!” Jude really likes playing mysterious games. Fine. Tonight, I’ll indulge him.
Tilda climbed into the pumpkin carriage. Vassal guided the horse, and they started moving. Inside, the carriage was warm and cozy. It kept the wind and snow out completely. Tilda leaned against a soft cushion. A small table had hot tea, pastries, cake, and cashews. Unconsciously, she recorded a ten-second video of the scene. Then she sent it to Jude.
Tilda wrote, “Did you set all this up?”
Jude texted back, “Do you like it? I know you like simple, clean colors. I removed everything unnecessary and left only what you would enjoy most.” This time, Jude replied instantly. Vassal must’ve told him I got in the carriage. There’s no escape now.
Tilda replied, “Good thing it’s so late, with snow and cold, so people are mostly indoors. Otherwise, photos of the white horse and carriage would be trending tomorrow.”
Jude wrote back, “I’m inviting my beloved princess for a beautiful evening. I can’t let anyone interrupt.”
“So that means you really came to Motrar.”
“Yes. You had fun with your seniors today. Now, I want you to spend the rest of your time with me. Okay?” Even in words, the usually noble and serious Jude actually sounded pleading. Anyone who had ever gone up against Jude in business would be so shocked by his words that their jaw would touch the floor. Love has always been something no one can escape. Jude was like an unbeatable war god, strong and unstoppable. But when he faced the woman he cared about the most, his cold and ruthless heart would still turn soft. He would kneel on one knee, holding flowers in his hand, all just to see her smile.
Tilda texted, “You’ve brought me here and made me curious. Then you had me get in the carriage and come to you. Could I even say no?” Jude’s style was exactly what Tilda expected.
Domineering.
“I don’t want you to refuse. I want to hear that you want to come to me. Tilda, I want us to run toward each other, till death do us part.”
Reading Jude’s romantic words, Tilda’s heart skipped a beat. Her body felt warmer. Tilda shook her head. It was probably just the cozy carriage… She cleared her thoughts.
“Fine. I’ll grant you this request. I’m on my way, wait for me!” She sent the message and then realized it sounded too direct. Quickly, she deleted the message.
Jude asked, “Tilda, what did you send? You deleted it too quickly. I didn’t see it.” He only saw, “Fine. I’ll grant you this…” And it was gone.
Tilda thought for a moment, then she sent a picture instead. She had taken it today, at the amusement park with her seniors. She captured the sky-blue with white clouds, perfectly clear. Sunlight shone through, warm and gentle, casting a cozy glow on the earth.