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She had important people around her.
The weather was perfect.
This moment, this photo, and this sky–it all felt meaningful.
Jude stared at the photo Tilda sent.
He thought for a long time.
But he still couldn’t figure out what Tilda really meant.
Jude wrote, “Tilda, I give up. What does this photo mean?”
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Tilda replied, “Haha! I didn’t expect the CEO of DY Group, the Bells‘ ruler, to have things you don’t know! I thought you knew everything.”
“Well… Guess I’m just dumb.”
Tilda paused for a second.
Seeing Jude’s message, Tilda pictured his proud, handsome face typing those words.
Ahem<i>, </i><i>ahem</i>, <i>ahem</i><i>! </i>
<i>Don’t </i>think I <i>can </i><i>imagine </i><i>it</i><i>! </i>
<i>The </i><i>contrast </i>is too <i>funny</i><i>! </i>
Tilda felt like a yful little sprite, teasing Jude and taking advantage of his feelings.
She quickly opened TikTok.
She found a random video she had scrolled past earlier and forwarded it to Jude.
Jude saw a bunch of links from Tilda.
He lowered his eyes, hiding a small ripple of emotion.
He clicked and watched.
The video showed a female host speaking softly. “If one day, someone sends you a photo of the sky, you must reply, ‘I miss you too.
“Because they’re trying to tell you …
“I watch the sky at dawn and the clouds at dusk. When I walk, I think of you. When I sit, I think of you still.”
Thump, thump.
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Jude’s heart skipped a few beats.
He couldn’t control it.
His hand holding the phone trembled slightly.
Tilda sent <i>this </i>video…
<i>Could </i>it <i>really </i>mean…?
Jude didn’t dare think too deeply.
He had first nned to reply, “I miss you too.”
But in the end, he deleted those four words.
Instead, he carefully wrote a new message, putting all his feelings into it.
It couldn’t be simple.
Tilda was waiting, heart fluttering like a teenage girl.
The video already showed her feelings.
She was sure Jude wasn’t dumb–he just felt shy.
Tilda had lived a little over 20 years in two lifetimes.
She had never dated anyone, and her soul was pure.
Even though Jude had pursued her first, when she responded, her heart raced uncontrobly.
Oh<i>, </i><i>my </i>
<i>God</i><i>! </i><i>So </i><i>this </i>is what <i>it </i><i>feels </i><i>like </i><i>to </i><i>fall </i><i>in </i><i>love</i><i>! </i><i>It </i><i>really </i><i>does </i><i>slow </i><i>a </i><i>girl down</i><i>! </i>
Tilda’s brain felt frozen, like aputer crashing.
Finally, Jude’s reply came.
“In spring I wander through blooms, in winter I watch the snow fall. When I’m awake, you’re in my thoughts. When I dream, it’s only you I see.”
The first time Tilda read it, she held her breath instinctively.
<i>No</i><i>, </i><i>I </i>can’t <i>turn </i><i>into </i>a <i>lovesick </i><i>fool</i>!
Her rational mind screamed, <i>Building </i>a <i>career </i><i>is </i><i>more </i><i>important</i><i>! </i><i>Men </i><i>only </i><i>slow </i><i>you down</i><i>! </i>
But another little voice teased her, “Oh, my God! Mr. Bell is so charming! If a man said this to me, I’d bepletely smitten!”
“Hey, shut up, you lovesick idiot! Romance is trash! Focus on work!”
The two <b>voices </b>battled in her head.
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She felt like her brain was splitting in half.
Eventually, Tilda replied, “Wow, how poetic! Hahaha! That’s awesome!”
Her head really hurt.
She had no choice but to y ostrich and hide.
She wanted to lie down.
She didn’t want to look at her phone anymore, thinking it was the root of all evil!
Just then, the carriage stopped.
Vassal’s polite voice rang out.
“Ms. Tilda, we have arrived.”
Oh, shit!
Tilda rubbed her temples.
<i>Tilda</i><i>, </i><i>oh</i><i>, </i><i>Tilda</i><i>… </i><i>You </i><i>can </i><i>never </i><i>escape </i><i>faté</i><i>! </i><i>Let’s </i><i>go </i><i>all </i><i>in</i><i>! </i>
Taking deep breaths, Tilda stepped out.
The wind and snow hit her face.
Even with a thick coat, gloves, a hat, and a scarf, she could feel the bite of the cold.
Tilda was grateful for the snowstorm.
It cooled her hot, racing brain.
She felt clear–headed again.
Looking up, she froze.
“Wait… isn’t this Earl Lawrence’s Castle in Fairville?”
It wasn’t just a regr estate.
It was a real castle, once owned by an earl.
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The Lawrence descendants had failed in business. They couldn’t maintain the castle, so they sold it online.
A mysterious buyer paid <i>700 </i>million dors for it.
It was a castle in Fairville, Motrar.
Forget how rich you’d have to be to drop 700 million.
Even just the yearly maintenance costs were massive!