The True Heiress Returns (Tilda Jenson) novel Chapter 50

Chapter 50 You Promised

At least, Tilda couldn’t find the words to describe Jude.

He looked so regal, almost unreal–like some fallen god walking the earth, forced to go through a trial.

Maybe Jude noticed her staring, because he suddenly turned his eyes on her.

The second their gazes met, her heart skipped.

It felt just like getting caught peeking at someone–she felt guilty and embarrassed.

“Don’t know how to eat it?”

“Uh… I was just wondering–do I eat it straight, or do I cut it first?”

“Up to you. Don’t let the looks fool you, it’s soft. Like cake.”

“Oh, really? Thanks…

Tilda ducked back into the kitchen right away.

Gosh… why does it feel like I’ve just been caught red–handed?

I’m in my own house, for God’s sake!

She shook her head hard.

Must be the hunger messing with my brain.

She grabbed a knife and fork before cutting into the weird black lump.

She lifted a piece to her lips, swallowed nervously, then shut her eyes and went for it.

The moment the flavor hit her tongue, her eyes flew open.

It’s … so good.

She had never tasted anything like this before.

She couldn’t stop herself–minutes later, the whole thing was gone. Every last bite Jude had brought.

It was only after that she realized.

Wait

It’s gone already?

Her stomach was full, but she still wanted more.

How could anything taste that good?

The craving pushed her back into the living room.

“Mr. Bell, can you tell me exactly how this was made?”

“You wanna know?”

Finished

Jude’s lips curved, as if he’d been waiting for her to ask. He stood up, his tall frame casting a long shadow that swallowed her

whole

“Uh you could’ve just said it sitting down, you know.”

The closer he came, the harder it was for her to breathe.

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Chapter 50 You Promised

He wasn’t being threatening at all, but his moving closer was dangerous all by itself.

Dangerous enough that her blood felt hot.

Like it was boiling.

Is this some Omega–type thing? A reaction from just being near him?

Before she could untangle her thoughts, his scent reached her.

She’d never been this close to him before.

“As for how it’s made… it’s with high–tech machines and a perfect golden ratio. Not something a human could ever do.”

Damn it. I really just lost myself for a second, only from his scent.

It triggered my instincts, fogging my mind.

Another side effect?

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