Out Of The Shadows Tilda’s Brilliant Second Life novel Chapter 431

Chapter 431 Hollow Place Inside Here Has Already Been Filled

Tilda lifted the bottle of wine she’d prepared and poured a little for herself and Jude.

“Mm.”

“Cheers!”

Their glasses clinked, and both of them smiled.

Jude swirled his glass slowly, letting the aroma breathe before taking a sip.

The red slid across his tongue like some strange, perfect chemical reaction–so good it was intoxicating.

By the time he finished the glass, a faint blush had risen across his cheeks.

His eyes carried a dazed, almost dreamlike glint.

Wine was precious, sure. But Jude?

The man had downed the rarest vintages in the world more times than he could count.

Yet tonight… this one tasted impossibly sweet, too tempting to resist.

When he looked at Tilda, a trace of wine still lingered at the corner of her lips.

On impulse–and with a little alcohol pushing him forward–he reached out, brushing her mouth with his fingertips.

The unexpected, feather–light pressure made her freeze..

She never imagined he’d do that.

Before she could react, Jude lifted the finger that had just grazed her lips and touched it to his own, tasting the faint smear of wine left behind.

“Jude …”

Tilda’s face burned.

God, why does every domineering man have to break character and do something so reckless?

This was so embarrassing!

She wanted to crawl under the table.

Chapter 431 Hollow Place Immade Here Has Already Deen Filled

“Tastes even sweeter this way. Don’t you like it?”

He leaned closer, his voice low, roughened by wine, every word wrapped in that intoxicating.

scent.

Her heart stuttered.

She’d seen his face countless times, but right now–with his eyes darkened and rimmed with heat, his beauty magnified by that faint blush–he looked devastating.

Even Tilda’s heartbeat skipped half a beat.

She’d seen this face so often she should be used to it, yet a careless glance still felt like a beauty

killshot.

It could slay even Tilda, who prided herself on iron self–control and an immunity forged by seeing countless pretty faces, leaving her thoughts straying.

Yeah, she was a sucker for a beautiful face.

Who doesn’t love a beautiful face?

Her pulse thudded in her ears. She could almost hear her own heart tipping into dangerous territory.

More than that….

Tilda could hear the sound of her own heart stirring.

“Jude, are you… not even a little embarrassed?”

“Not at all. If anything I kind of want to taste even more.”

Jude dipped his chin, one arm on the table, pale, slender fingers tapping lightly on the surface.

Every small move carried an elegance so sharp it was almost dangerous.

Even his eyes–dark as a black hole–were filled entirely with her.

They were pulling her in, like there was no way out.

Tilda’s breath quickened.

His stare was direct, predatory, with no attempt to hide it.

God, please. Let nothing happen tonight.

Most of the food on the table was gone.

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