Chapter 49 Weren't Enough Words No way Tilda was letting that old bastard slip away again . Tilda worked nonstop for two hours straight before finally dropping her pen . She glanced at the clock . It was already 9 p.m. " All this prep should be enough . " A little smirk tugged at her lips , full of quiet confidence . She was just about to whip up some instant noodles for dinner when her phone buzzed . It was a message from Jude . Tilda looked down . Jude wrote , " Want me to bring you something to eat ? " Attached was a photo of some strange black lump , sticky and gross - looking . At first , she didn't want to answer . But that ugly thing in the photo piqued her curiosity . What is that even supposed to be ? Is he playing some kind of prank ? Tilda typed back , " What is this supposed to be ? " Finished Jude replied , " When people with Omega - type blood get older , their sense of taste fades . I worked with tons of scientists and chefs to make this food , Doesn't look great , but tastes amazing ." Tilda froze . So there is a side effect like that ? No wonder , in my last life , everything had started to taste bland . But now , back at 19 , I haven't hit that stage yet . Still ... maybe I should plan ahead . She wrote , " Thank you for your kindness , Mr. Bell . How do I get it from you ? " Jude replied , " Send me your address . I'll bring it over . " Tilda simply wrote back an ellipsis . Jude asked , " Problem with that ? " Tilda replied , " No. " Then she sent her location . She knew better . A man like Jude could dig up her address in seconds if he really wanted to . Hiding from him was pointless . P P · Chapter 49 Weren't Enough Words As long as she didn't blow her cover , it didn't matter . Half an hour later , the doorbell rang . Tilda opened the door . Jude stood there , in person , alone . " Are you gonna invite me in ? " 13 His deep , magnetic voice carried the kind of tone that could make a woman's knees weak . Tilda coughed lightly . " This is a single woman's place , you know ... " " Relax . I don't force anyone to do what they don't want . " He lowered his head slightly , his amber eyes locking onto hers , like pools of molten gold . It was the kind of gaze that made people feel their souls might drown . It was dangerous and irresistible . " Fine . Come in . " It was hard to kick someone out after they'd come all the way for you . Especially when she had been the one curious about that weird food in the first place . Closing the door on him now would've been flat - out rude . Tilda trusted herself . But with someone like Jude , her usual confidence faded . Still , she was sure of one thing - he wouldn't lay a finger on her against her will . Jude's lips curved slightly as he stepped inside . Her place was simple and bright , easy to take in with one glance . There was a muted couch , a coffee table , and soft lighting with matching dishes . She had everything necessary , nothing extra . It was Tilda's style - clean , neat , intentional . Exactly like Jude . She took the food container from his hand . " Sit anywhere ... Uh , you already ate , right ? " Jude tilted his sharp jaw slightly , nodding . " You should eat while it's hot ." " Yeah . Perfect timing . I'm starving . " The air felt heavy and strange . Tilda wasn't good at dealing with men like him - men who gave off power with every glance , every breath . Around him , she always had the fear that he could crush her without even trying . So she quickly made an excuse , leaving him in the living room while she slipped into the kitchen with the food . Not like she owned anything worth stealing anyway . A man at Jude's level probably thought her little apartment looked shabby . 203 Finished D Finished Chapter 49 Weren't Enough Words She opened the container . Sure enough , there was that same dark , strange lump from the photo . She lifted it closer and sniffed . Huh ... it actually smells good . It wasn't like some kinds of food where the stink was part of the appeal . This just looked terrifying - like nightmare fuel for anyone who judged food by appearance . But the scent made her stomach rumble . The problem is , how am I even supposed to eat this ? She peeked out from the kitchen . Jude was sitting on the blue couch . His long legs were crossed casually , the tailored suit on his body glowing faintly under the white light . The glow traced his face , so sharp and flawless that it didn't look real . He had stern features , his soft eyes lowered in thought . He seemed to be thinking about something . His lips were pressed lightly , his nose perfectly straight , his profile sharp like it was carved . Every angle looked like a brushstroke from Van Gogh - too precise and beautiful , like a masterpiece come to life . Even just sitting , at 6'3 " , his presence filled the room , heavy and commanding . And beneath it all , he carried the natural authority of a king . There weren't enough words in the world to describe Jude . Send Gifts 560