Chapter 80 Only for You
Going after someone better was everyone’s right. Besides, in Andy’s opinion, Jude was a solid match for Tilda.
If it had been some random nobody, maybe Andy would’ve stepped in and locked Tilda down for himself.
“Quit with that nonsense. We’re not in the kind of relationship you’re imagining,” Tilda rolled her eyes at him.
Andy smirked slyly. “Oh? So you’re saying there’s still hope for me?”
“I’ll take that as a bad joke. Drink up and stop talking.” Feelings? They’d only slow down her plans.
Tilda and Andy kept chatting and drinking for about half an hour. Their table was filled with laughter and jokes, clearly forgetting about Jude.
Meanwhile, Alfie and Maurice looked like they wanted to cry. Sure, they’d shown up for the drama, but Jude’s bitterness and jealousy were so heavy that it killed all the fun.
Andy’s green eyes flickered. He leaned over, told Tilda he needed to go to the restroom, and got up. Jude hesitated, then followed him.
When he walked past Tilda, she asked, “Where are you going?”
“Restroom.” Jude was endlessly patient with Tilda.
She was speechless.
Nightingale Bar, men’s restroom. Andy was already leaning against the wall when Jude came in. He crossed his arms, his green eyes glowing with amusement.
“Well, well, Mr. Bell. Fancy running into you so soon. What a coincidence.”
“Not really. I came here for you.”
“Mmm, I figured. While I was drinking with Tilda, I kept feeling a death glare on me. Especially when we laughed, your eyes practically screamed you wanted me full of holes. It was so scary.” His smooth, slightly androgynous voice didn’t sound weird–it was seductive. No wonder people called him the vampire of the courtroom, who won with his looks.
“I won’t deny it.” Jude was always Jude–the king of Slosa’s business world. He didn’t even try to hide how possessive he was.
“Mmm, looks like you’ve got a thing for Tilda, too. And who wouldn’t? She’s incredible. I like her a lot. I want her," Andy drew out the last words on purpose.
He could feel the dangerous energy radiating off Jude. It made Andy’s skin crawl.
“But Tilda rejected me right away. She said we could only ever be friends. What a shame. I never thought I’d meet someone I couldn’t get. Guess I’ll carry that regret forever.”
“Of course,” Jude cut in coldly. “She’s mine.” His possessiveness was obvious. Right now, he looked every bit the ruthless CEO of DY Group–a king on his throne.
Andy just shrugged. “So why are you even talking to me? Why not just tell Tilda how you feel? You strike me as the type.”
Jude said, “I’ve got Omega–type blood. I know what people like me are like. And I’ve spent time with Tilda. She’s exactly like me deep down–proud, stubborn, hates being tied down. I know pushing her will backfire. I finally met someone like her, so I’ll wait. But I won’t stand for anyone threatening what’s mine.”
“You’re pretty spot–on. Anyway, Tilda and I are just friends. So next time we’re talking, try not to glare at me like you want me dead. It’s killing the vibe.”
“…I’ll try.” Jude couldn’t promise anything. Guys like Andy were a real threat. Seeing him laugh with Tilda stoked a sharp pang of jealousy in Jude. He’d never felt like that before.
For the first time, he felt like that for a woman. It wasn’t just an Omega–type pull. He genuinely liked her and loved her. If he wasn’t worried about scaring Tilda away, he’d have already kicked guys like Andy out of her life.
“Alright, Mr. Bell, you’re pretty easy to chat with.” Andy washed his hands and started to leave. At the door, he tossed a parting line over his shoulder. “Mr. Bell, since we’ve worked together before, here’s a tip. Like is to choose; love is exclusive.”