Chapter 390 At the Chapel
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The tremor in Tilda’s body told her the truth.
Behind Abram’s calm smile lay a graveyard of the people he had buried himself.
The legend about the master of the Bells was no lie.
More members began to arrive.
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From Aiden’s side came Nathan, the eldest son.
He was the same man Tilda had seen at The Melting Spoon.
He wore a dark suit.
The man nodded at Abram and stepped back to wait in silence.
From the third branch came Jarrett, and that caught Tilda off guard.
He walked in with his head lowered, and his face was grim.
The guy mumbled a stiff greeting to the elders before sliding into the shadows of a corner.
Tilda leaned close to Jude and whispered, “Jarrett looks like he doesn’t even want to be here. Why’d he show up?”
“You know him?”
Jude’s eyes narrowed with a sharp gleam that cut straight at Jarrett.
Jarrett carried the Bells‘ bloodline, and he had youth, charm, and rank on his side.
To Jude, that alone made him a threat.
A rival for the love of Tilda.
Jude had no idea, until a moment ago, that Jarrett and Tilda had spoken before.
They were close enough for her to call him by name.
“Jude, stop being jealous or I’ll smack you,” Tilda muttered, rubbing her forehead.
Life with this possessive man would never be dull.
Jude let out a sharp, cold breath.
“Probably got dragged here against his will. His whole branch can’t handle blood.
“I always thought his luck was rotten. He always winds up in the middle of the worst messes.”
“Yeah. Poor guy,” Tilda sighed, pity slipping into her eyes.
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Chapter 390 At the Chapel
But her sympathy only made things worse for him.
Jarrett suddenly felt a stare stab into him like ice, sharp as a blade.
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His body shook, the hair on his arms rising, and his eyes darted around the room but found nothing.
Still, it felt like the weight of a predator had locked onto him.
It was the same feeling he had when he first met Jude.
And Jude was already the head of the Bells back then.
Then came Ryan, Daphne, and Preston. They were dragging Rebecca with them.
She looked like a ghost.
Half her hair was gone, her eyes were sunken and bruised, her skin was pale, her nose was bent, and her veins were blue under the bloodless flesh.

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