Chapter 362 Making It Official

Tilda answered casually.

Besides…

Nathan’s “interest” in her was mostly about using her for his own gain.

He simply thought Tilda’s background could benefit him.

Heh…

He’s trying to use me…

That’s interesting.

“Nathan, that’s a bit much, don’t you think? And Tilda, you’re not usually like this.”

Jarrett never thought Nathan would say something like that to Tilda the first time they met.

It was totally unexpected.

Nathan was nothing like his wild, carefree younger brother.

If anything, Nathan was cut from the same mold as his father, Marcus.

After all, Marcus had raised him personally and had always placed high hopes on him.

Even though Jarrett and Nathan were close cousins, he had never once heard of Nathan showing interest in any woman.

Yet, for someone as cool-headed as him, Nathan actually said something like that to Tilda—on their very first meeting, no less….

“I’m actually X’s biggest fan, you know. I’m even an admin on the Motrar Girl Forum, in charge of the featured posts for X’s work.”

Almost as if he was worried that Tilda would not believe him, Nathan pulled out his phone and logged into the forum right there.

No way, he was actually telling the truth…

Jarrett stared at Nathan in shock.

He could barely believe Nathan was secretly into anime.

“Don’t look at me like that. I just appreciate beautiful things. I’m not really into anime, but as someone with an eye for art, I can tell X’s work—Ms. Tilda’s work—is incredible."

“Ms. Tilda, you’re a pretty big deal in Cetherland these days. You’re a world champion, and with your identity as X, you have fans all over the world."

“I never thought I’d actually get to meet my idol here, let alone have the chance to talk to her. I honestly feel honored.”

Nathan said all this with utmost politeness, looking every bit the gentleman.

While they were talking, the surrounding crowd started glancing over in their direction.

A lot of girls shot Nathan looks of admiration.

“I just overheard that the manager of this shop called this guy ‘Mr. Nathan.’”

“This Cajun boil chain actually belongs to the Bells.”

“So that makes refined, gentlemanly guy Nathan Bell, the most eligible bachelor in town!”

Hailing from the Bells, one of the wealthiest families in Cetherland, Nathan was nearly 30 and had never been caught up in any tabloid scandals. Besides, he held a major position at DY Group and ran his own businesses as well.

Nathan and Preston couldn’t quite measure up to Jude’s striking looks or the fact that he’d become head of the Bells at such a young age, but they were still leading figures of their generation—second only to Jude.

If a girl could marry into the Bells, she’d be set for life—that would be a lifetime of wealth and status waiting for her.

That was why Tilda was getting all kinds of envious and jealous stares.

And it wasn’t like people didn’t know about her world championship title.

So what if she was a world champion?

Why does she get to have so many great guys chasing after her? And how can she just act like they mean nothing to her? What a bitch!

Just then, Tilda spoke up.

“I get how you feel as a fan meeting your idol.

“But just to be clear, I’m not interested in any guy under six foot one, and he can’t be over 25 either, sorry.”

What Tilda said caught everyone completely off guard.

Even Nathan—who always seemed calm, polite, and almost like he was wearing a mask—couldn’t keep his expression together for a moment.

His expression actually shifted for once.

Jarrett nearly lost it. He had to cover his mouth to keep himself from laughing out loud.

Honestly, Nathan’s only flaw was his height.

He stood at five-foot-nine, a good two inches shorter than the Bells men, whose average height was five-foot-eleven.

And he was pushing 30 and still hadn’t gotten married, which sparked all kinds of speculation.

Even their grandpa had nagged him more than a few times about it.

In all the years Nathan had lived, no one had ever dared say something like that to him.

In fact, most women who got Nathan’s attention would have been on cloud nine, feeling pretty smug about themselves.

There was no way any of them would ever reject Nathan the way Tilda just did.

That’s Tilda for you—the Queen of the dark web!

She honestly acted like the Bells were nothing to her.

Jarrett couldn’t help but wonder… What would happen if Tilda and Jude ever went head-to-head? That would be a showdown worth seeing.

It’d be nothing short of amazing!

“Well… I hope I’ll get a chance to change Ms. Tilda’s low opinion of me someday.”

Nathan really lived up to his reputation—even when he was upset enough to want to curse someone, he still kept that perfect gentlemanly composure.

He pulled himself together almost instantly.

“You’d be better off forgetting about me. Why not use your charm on someone else who actually deserves it?”

After she finished, Tilda scooped up a piece of beef, dipped it in sauce, and popped it in her mouth. Her eyes lit up. “Una, this sauce I mixed is so good! You have to try it!”

“Tilda…”

Una just looked at her resignedly, completely at a loss.

But…

This carefree and free-spirited Tilda is exactly the girl I know! That’s my best friend!

Looks like spending all those days in Motrar didn’t change her at all. I’m so glad!