Chapter 327 Go on In

Ordinary people wouldn’t even dream of this!

Tilda had heard about the castle before. But she never expected that the person who bought it was Jude!

Right now, the castle was decorated for Christmas. A big tree and colorful lights glowed warmly everywhere.

Vassal used a key to open the heavy doors. What Tilda saw made her pause.

A Christmas tree covered in snow. A bright red carpet stretched straight into the castle.

Vassal bowed politely. “Go ahead, Ms. Tilda. Mr. Bell is waiting for you.”

“Alright.” Tilda stepped onto the red carpet. She walked slowly into the castle. The path wasn’t long, but she took her time.

The pumpkin carriage, the white horse, the red carpet, the castle, the falling snow… It felt exactly like a Cinderella story.

Ugh! I really should’ve changed my outfit! This is the moment to look elegant, not just stay warm! My outfit is totally killing the vibe! Even she felt it was a waste of a stunning scene.

If Jude appears next, looking like a noble prince, greeting me… How should I even act? She was freaking out. Just picturing it made her want to crawl under a rock.

When Tilda reached the castle entrance, the one greeting her wasn’t Jude.

It was a tall, slim, super gentlemanly man with golden hair and gold-rimmed glasses. “Ms. Tilda, my name is Tim. Please, follow me.”

Tim Woods seemed ready for her arrival. He bowed politely as he welcomed her inside. The Lucien-style castle felt heavy with history. A grand crystal chandelier hung in the center, shining bright. Antiques were everywhere, arranged with almost obsessive care. The sight took Tilda’s breath away.

Tim led her to a room. “Ms. Tilda, you can change into whatever outfit you want here tonight. Mr. Bell has had evening gowns custom-made to your size. When you’re ready, tell me, and I’ll escort you to meet him.”

With Jude’s resources, it wasn’t surprising he knew her size. But she didn’t expect an entire wardrobe just for tonight. Tilda silently praised Jude’s thoughtfulness.

Entering the dressing room, Tilda’s eyes widened. Oh, my! The room is huge—at least 2,000 square feet. Every inch was filled with dresses and shoes. Every piece was made by world-famous designers and was super exclusive. She could name them all. These were ultra-limited editions. Money couldn’t just buy them. Each piece was one of a kind. The next order for someone else would never match. Unlike Kyla, who showed off her limited-edition stuff every day, these were true “royal trump cards.”

And the top-tier cosmetics scattered everywhere… Tilda muttered, “I guess money really can buy anything.” Forget the castle’s maintenance costs. Even this room alone would cost hundreds of millions.

Faced with so much luxury, Tilda hesitated. With no other choice, Tilda went with her gut and picked a bright red evening dress. Later, she put on a pair of black leather gloves decorated with tiny shiny diamonds. Then she grabbed a pair of crystal heels, slipped them on, and pushed her long hair back with both hands before letting it fall over her shoulders.

Looking in the mirror, she set a crystal tiara on her head to finish her outfit. On the table, there were all kinds of skincare, fancy lipsticks, and makeup. But Tilda only wanted one thing. She smiled a little at the corner of her lips. She picked up the rouge.

It was that special kind of romance from Cetherland. She dabbed it on her lips and pressed them together. Her red lips popped out right away, bold and bright. They looked so tempting that anyone would want to kiss them.

With just a bit of light makeup, Tilda walked out of the room. Tim, waiting outside, froze the second he saw her. It took him a few moments to recover. He already knew Tilda was beautiful. But this transformation made her look like a goddess. She looked like something out of a dream.

Tilda raised an eyebrow. “What’s wrong? Don’t I look good?”

“No… Ms. Tilda, you’re just too stunning. I was caught off guard. I’m sorry. Please don’t tell Mr. Bell—I fear he might misunderstand,” Tim quickly explained. He felt relieved that Jude wasn’t here. He figured a woman who got such careful preparation must be extremely important to Jude. She was a woman he truly cherished. A cold, ruthless tyrant like him wouldn’t want another man to even look at his woman.

“Don’t worry, I won’t say a word.”

Tilda casually ran her fingers through her hair. Maybe I can give Jude a little “surprise,” after all.

Tim led her to the castle’s top floor and stopped in front of a large red door. “Mr. Bell is inside. Please, go on in.”