Chapter 584 Shelter in His Arms
Jude didn’t say a word. He just turned to leave.
“Jude, where are you going? Wait for me!”
“I’m meeting Tilda. Why would I want you tagging along? Go entertain yourself.”
Maurice was speechless.
He stood frozen, staring after Jude.
This time, it wasn’t his imagination.
He’d seen the curve of a smile on Jude’s lips.
He’d heard that smug, almost show–off tone.
Oh, come on!
Jude was really flaunting his love life in front of him–the eternal single friend!
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Maurice had thought Jude was different from Alfie, but no. They were exactly the same. Same breed, same smugness.
Damn it.
Up on the second–floor corridor of the Austin Hotel, Jude finally slowed. The hallway was
empty.
Then two soft hands slipped over his eyes from behind.
A playful voice teased, “Guess who?”
The scent drifting off her skin was all he needed. His lips curled into a smile.
“Tilda… why did you make me wait so long?”
Tilda still hadn’t shown up, and Jude was restless.
He had been waiting so long for this chance to see her, only to be stood up.
The game of pulling close and pushing away, the torture of waiting–this was the first time Jude had ever felt it.
And it came from the woman he loved most.
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Chapter 584 Shelter in His Arms
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He spun, caught her hands, and pulled her into his arms.
He buried his face against her, greedy for her warmth, her scent.
That hug had been too long in the making. He thought he might break from the ache of it.
“I couldn’t help it,” Tilda said lightly. “Dane’s the star tonight. I had to stay by his side.
“Sneaking away to see you now is already a miracle. You’d better be grateful.”
Tilda rested quietly in Jude’s arms, feeling the warmth of the man she loved most, the steady beat of his heart.
At that moment she was just a woman, soft and small.
She never wanted to be the strong one all the time, fighting storms alone.
That kind of strength was exhausting.
But after so much pain and betrayal, she’d had no choice but to put on a mask and act strong.
Deep down, all she wanted was shelter. She wished she could hide beneath someone’s protection, live like a carefree slacker, and spend each day doing only what she wanted. No heavy worries. No endless plans.
All she needed was to live in the present, knowing that one day someone would hold her hand tightly, lead her forward, and give her the simple, carefully built happiness she longed for.
Since leaving the Jenson family, she had found new bonds–mentors, buddies.
And Jude. A love that ran both ways, fierce and certain.
Jude…”
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