Chapter 523 Family
In a way, Jude and Tilda were really alike.
They were the same kind of people.
Finished.
Not just because they both had Omega–type blood, but because of those twisted, suffocating families behind them.
They hated them, resented them, yet could never cut off the ties of blood.
When they were alone at night, licking their wounds in silence, they could not help but crave a little warmth from family.
Something everyone else took for granted.
Something that people like them could only dream of.
Why was it so easy for others?
And yet for them… completely out of reach?
Jude never talked about it, so Tilda did not ask. It was not something happy–why poke at someone’s scars and make them hurt all over again?
When the time came, if Jude wanted to, he would tell her.
And now…
Tilda texted, “You okay?”
Jude replied, “There’s nothing to be okay or not okay about, Tilda. Don’t worry about me. I’ve gotten used to it a long time ago. Besides, now that I have you by my side, that’s all that
matters.”
Those words came straight from Jude’s heart.
He used to think he was all alone.
Even with Alfie and Maurice, no matter how close, they were still just friends–they could never reach the deepest, most fragile part of him.
But now, Jude could finally say with pride that he had someone more important than his own life.
A woman he loved so deeply that he would carry her for the rest of his days.
With her, he could show his weakest, truest self. No masks, no secrets, just over yung inn
The Jude who was always unyielding, cutting through thorns and storms, had found his one
weakness.
And this time, it was a weakness he embraced willingly.
Tilda giggled. “Wow, sweet talker. Jude, if you’re feeling down, don’t just bottle it up. Why not find your two bros, Maurice or Alfie, and hang out a bit?”
Jude texted back with an adorable emoji, “I’d rather see you. Tilda, when will you come to me?”
Cough cough!
Where did Jude even learn to use those pitiful little emojis?
Dude, you’re supposed to be Mr. Cold, the ruthless CEO type–aloof, proud, untouchable!
Tilda replied, “When I’m free, for sure.”
For now, she still did not dare let Jude meet her seniors.
Explaining her relationship with Jude?
She did not even need to imagine–her seniors would definitely lose their minds.
Being loved too much was also its own kind of curse.
One step at a time.
She and Jude had a long life ahead anyway.
Jude typed, “Alright. Tilda, I’ll hold onto that. Don’t make me wait too long.”
After replying, Jude looked around the empty mansion.
He had no feelings for this place.
The only reason he was back was because it was the winter holidays–he was supposed to head to the old family home with his father for dinner.
18:43 Tue, Sep Su

Maybe because he realized he was not truly alone anymore, that he had Tilda by his side…
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