Chapter 360 Are You Dating Him?

When Jude’s Adam’s apple bobbed, he felt like he was on fire. His blood felt like it was boiling.

He grabbed his whiskey filled with ice and downed it in one gulp.

It didn’t help. He was burning up inside.

He needed even more ice to cool down!

If it were the old Jude, he never would’ve believed it.

Just one simple line from a woman, and his brain was fried—his whole world turned upside down!

He used to think having feelings was the dumbest nonsense.

Watching Alfie change girlfriends like outfits, Jude always thought Alfie was hopeless—doomed to get tangled in some woman’s drama.

But now? His perspective flipped completely.

Right now, Maurice and Alfie were hanging out with Jude.

They were playing League of Legends, but they kept sneaking glances at him, completely distracted.

Their gameplay was falling apart. They kept losing team fights, even though that was supposed to be their big push for the top rank.

But the real entertainment was watching Jude.

Usually composed, Jude now looked totally spaced out. They both immediately stopped playing and just stared at him with great interest.

If they weren’t scared of him noticing, they’d have pulled out their phones to snap a picture of his face.

A moment like that was too rare to pass up!

Jude dumped more ice into his drink, but it still wasn’t enough.

Suddenly, he stood up.

His deep, magnetic voice was slightly slurred from alcohol. “I’m gonna hit the restroom.”

Alfie and Maurice answered in unison, “Oh!”

And just like that, Jude slipped away.

Alfie and Maurice couldn’t hold it in anymore.

They grinned at each other.

“The only person who could make him act like that has to be Tilda,” Maurice said, leaning back with his wine, swirling it lazily.

As he said it, Una’s stubborn, baby-faced image popped into his mind.

Damn it. She wasn’t some knockout, just an immature girl.

Maurice had seen all types—beautiful, seductive, pure, innocent, and so on.

Plenty threw themselves at him, and he never cared.

Yet for some reason, Una wouldn’t leave his mind.

Anyone who knew what he was thinking would say he’d lost it—just like Jude.

“Ugh! I wish I could see Jude and Tilda’s chat! What did she say to make him run to the restroom to relieve himself?”

“Alfie, if Jude hears you say that, you’re done for. Don’t come crying to me,” Maurice said, shaking his head.

Alfie always pushed Jude’s buttons, and Maurice had to handle the fallout.

“I’d only dare say this when Jude isn’t around. Maurice, I’m not stupid. If Jude were here, I’d keep my mouth shut. I don’t want to die young!” Alfie pinched his neck for emphasis.

“But do you think Jude truly went to the restroom to calm down?”

Maurice actually thought about that possibility seriously.

He and Alfie exchanged a look, tempted to sneak a peek.

The thought of Jude doing something like that was just too wild to imagine.

It made them both want to risk everything just to see it.

Tilda and Una arrived at the cajun boil shop.

They found their reserved table amid the busy crowd.

Tilda took a deep breath.

“Mmm… just the smell is making my mouth water. That spicy aroma is incredible!”

There was a saying that if a restaurant was packed, the food must be amazing.

The new cajun boil shop was buzzing.

Luckily, it didn’t feel too cramped.

The tables were spaced out perfectly, so it wasn’t crowded at all.

Jude had once mentioned that people with Omega-type genes would eventually lose their sense of taste. Then, they had to eat some weird, lab-made black food.

Tilda figured she’d better enjoy real, good food while she still could.

She soon sat down with Una.

After they ordered, Una kept sneaking glances at Tilda, like she was trying to say something.

“Una, just say it. We’re close, right? No need to tiptoe around it. That’s not you,” Tilda said, seeing right through her.

Una hesitated for a second, then smiled. “Well, I just thought you’d praise me for picking such an awesome cajun boil place.”

“The food isn’t even here yet, and you want compliments? Come on, just spit it out, or I’ll mess up your hair and make you go bald for real!”

Tilda ruffled Una’s hair playfully.

Una pouted, looked around nervously, and finally asked carefully, “Tilda, are you dating Mr. Bell?”