The True Heiress Returns (Tilda Jenson) novel Chapter 11

Chapter 11 How Could You Compare to Kyla?

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Tilda didn’t even say goodbye–she just walked off, and that alone was enough to set Wade’s temper off.

“Wade, your sister’s leaving without a word,” Clive said, nudging him as they both watched her disappear into the night. “At least say hi to us–we did step in to help her back there.”

Although, if Clive was being honest, with the way Tilda had handled herself, he doubted she’d needed saving at all. One solid kick from her and those guys would’ve been out cold.

And this was Nightingale Bar, after all–Maurice’s place.

The security here wasn’t just for show.

Their rescue was pointless.

“Forget her,” Wade muttered through clenched teeth.

He was still furious. Tilda–breaking ties with the family? Fine. Let her.

“Oh, sure,” Clive said, barely hiding his smirk. “You say you can’t stand her, that you’re afraid she’ll take Kyla’s spot at home–but the moment she’s in trouble, you’re the first one to step in. Classic Wade.”

Tough words, soft heart. That was him all over.

After all, Tilda was the little sister who’d been missing for 19 years before finally coming home.

Still, every family had its drama, and the Jensons were neck–deep in theirs. Even as close as Clive was to Wade, he wouldn’t touch that mess. He had more than enough chaos to deal with in his own family.

“I’m going to the restroom,” Wade said abruptly, then stormed off toward the first floor.

“Pfft!”

Clive burst out laughing the moment Wade was gone.

“Hey, Wade–aren’t there bathrooms on the second floor?”

Wade either didn’t hear him or chose to ignore it.

Meanwhile, in the fourth–floor VIP lounge, Jude rose from his seat.

Maurice arched a brow. “Heading out already, Jude? Why not stick around a little longer?”

“I’ve got something to take care of.”

The words were simple, but the icy edge in his voice was sharp enough to chill the air.

Maurice let out a low whistle. Preston had no idea what kind of storm he’d just called down on himself.

It was bad enough to toss Jude’s name around like it was some kind of VIP pass–Jude despised that. And when Jude hated something, he didn’t just let it go. Preston was about to wish he’d never been born.

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Chapter 11 How Could You Compare to Kyla?

But Maurice could tell there was more to it than that. Jude’s anger had been simmering long before

Preston’s little stunt.

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No, that spark had been lit the second that woman stepped onto the dance floor–moving through the crowd like a queen. Untouchable. Unforgettable.

“Oh, and one more thing,” Maurice called after him with a sly grin. “I gave both ladies an Elite Diamond Card. Maybe drop by more often–you just might run into them again.”

“Busybody,” Jude said coolly without glancing back, striding out of the room.

Maurice leaned back on the sofa, hands behind his head, a slow, knowing smile playing on his lips.

This is going to be interesting.

Outside the bar, Wade stepped out just in time to see Tilda helping Una into a cab.

Tilda noticed him, too. Her gaze flicked his way for a heartbeat before she turned back to Una, as if she hadn’t seen him at all.

“Tilda, I think that’s your brother,” Una murmured, squinting into the shadows.

It was hard to tell in the dim light. Honestly, what would Wade be doing here? Coming to find Tilda? That didn’t seem likely.

Wade was practically a legend at Orica University. Not just because of the Jensons name–though that certainly helped–but because he was brilliant. Top SAT scorer, recruited by Orica before the semester even started. He could have gone to any Ivy League school, but he chose to stay close. Why? So he wouldn’t be too far from home. Or more accurately, too far from Kyla.

He was ridiculously handsome, the perfect picture of the Jensons‘ looks and presence. The kind of guy who could stop a hallway conversation just by walking past–a campus heartthrob through and through.

“That’s him,” Tilda said flatly. “But it doesn’t matter anymore.”

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