From His Ex-Wife to the World's Most Sought-After Restorer (Jade and Hudson) novel Chapter 238

"Come and try it, Hudson. It's my first time making this, so you have to tell me if I messed it up. I want to get it right."

Hudson's stomach was empty, and the soup smelled decent. Maybe it would help.

He'd only ever eaten Jade's recovery meals; he'd never tried anyone else's.

Maybe she wasn't the only one who could fix him.

Hudson pulled out a chair and sat across from Amara.

Amara pushed the bowl toward him and set the spoon by his hand, her attention focused entirely on him.

With her hair styled softly and her dress fitting her perfectly, she almost looked like Jade in the dim light.

Hudson felt a moment of disorientation. He picked up the spoon and took a sip.

The second the soup hit his tongue, his body's first instinct was to spit it out.

It wasn't that it was bad. It was just... okay. Perfectly average. Unremarkable.

But he'd been spoiled by the best. To him, this was almost unbearable.

His body and his mind both rejected it immediately.

"How is it?" Amara asked, her eyes full of hope.

She'd gone to the trouble of cooking for him for the first time; he didn't want to crush her spirits.

Hudson forced himself to swallow the mouthful.

"It's fine."

Amara beamed, but a second later, Hudson put the spoon down.

"Don't do this again. Rosa and Jade take care of me. You should be at home with Cortney. She needs you more than I do."

The smile died on Amara's face, and she looked down, sounding crushed.

"I... I just wanted to help."

"I don't need it."

Hudson leaned back, his voice flat.

"Go home."

Amara bit her lip but didn't move.

Hudson went upstairs, changed his clothes, and drove straight to Jade's studio.

He reached the door and started pounding on it.

"Jade! Get out here! Jade, I'm outside. Open the door!"

He wasn't going to let her ruin his appetite and then just abandon him.

She was responsible for this.

A few moments later, the door clicked open.

"Jade—"

"You think you're so high and mighty?"

Hudson stepped closer, a sharp glint in his eyes.

"The great Julian Forster, lurking around another man's wife like a common home-wrecker. You think that's 'high and mighty'?"

Julian met his gaze, his eyes like ice.

"There's no law against loving a married woman. And since when is love a crime? If I want to love her from afar, what's it to you? You're overstepping, Hudson."

The air between them was thick with hostility.

It was like two massive waves colliding, a storm ready to break at any second.

"Have you two had enough?" Jade rubbed her temples, the headache starting to set in.

She was genuinely afraid they were going to start a brawl and wreck her studio. She stepped between them, forcing them apart.

"If you want to fight, take it somewhere else. I need to sleep."

Julian looked at her, the coldness in his eyes vanishing instantly. "Sorry for the noise. Go get some rest. Call me if you need anything."

Jade nodded and turned back toward the door.

Hudson tried to follow her, but Julian's arm shot out, blocking him.

"Didn't you hear her? She said she's tired."

Hudson shoved him. "What's it to you?"