Jude Crawford curled his thin lips, he smiled a little roguishly, "Just as well, I’m thirsty. It’s been a long time since I’ve had tea. Your tea-making skills shouldn’t be bad, right?" Jenny’s pretty little face quickly turned red, she immediately reached out and pinched his firm thigh, "Jude, if you keep teasing me , I won’t like you anymore~" Jude Crawford let out a laugh from his throat. Sitting in the back, Isabelle Willow felt like she was on pins and needles. She didn’t want to get in the car because she was afraid of seeing them flirt, yet now she’s witnessing the scene she most dreads. Jude Crawford was inherently a bit of a rogue, and now he’s laughing with fine lines flowing at the corners of his long, narrow eyes. These lines don’t make him look old, but add to the charm of a man deeply imbued with the passage of time. He exuded an air of allure. And Jenny’s little face was flushed as she pinched his thigh, perfectly understanding his flirtation, unlike her usual self. Before, whenever Jude teased her, she’d run off scared, never flirting back with him like Jenny did, exchanging glances full of emotion. Those two women in the restroom weren’t wrong; men do seem to kind of thing. Jude Crawford doesn’t like her anymore. The pain in Isabelle’s heart was like being cut by a knife. She turned her head to look out the window and took deep breaths to catch her breath. Even though Jude was smiling from the driver’s seat, the smile didn’t reach his eyes. He was driving, then he looked up and glanced at the rearview mirror. Isabelle sat there calmly, as if she didn’t care about what happened between him and Jenny, not even casting him a glance. The stories Serena Sterling told him, the words she said, he understood them all. He wasn’t willing to accept it, even though she had told him countless times that she didn’t like him, never did. He still wanted to give it a try. As life gradually came to an end, he thought he still had time to give it a try, to see if he had even a tiny place in her heart. Jude Crawford withdrew his gaze. They soon arrived at the apartment building, Jude stopped the car, his voice low as he spoke, "We’re here." Isabelle Willow looked up; she was home. He drove her home first, then he’d take Jenny back and do some indescribable things with her. Isabelle bit her lip, looking up at Jude Crawford in the front. Jude Crawford propped one hand on the steering wheel, also looking at her through the rearview mirror, his thin lips slowly curling into a half-smile, asking, "What’s wrong?" Isabelle didn’t know what was wrong with her. She thought she should get out of the car, but her body refused to listen. Just the thought of him taking Jenny home later made her not want to leave the car, she wanted... to keep him. Years ago, his relationship with Zelda Willow had become a lifelong regret and pain for her, and all these years, except for her, he hadn’t touched any other woman. She didn’t want him to touch Jenny. Jude wasn’t in a hurry, just watching her, like an elegant leopard strolling through the forest, patiently waiting for the prey to fall into his net, "If you have something to say, then say it. If not, you can get out of the car, I still need to take Jenny home." Isabelle opened her mouth, wanting to speak. Then suddenly, Jenny spoke up, "Mrs. Crawford, should I get out of the car and let you and Jude have a good talk?" Isabelle felt a lump in her throat, unable to say a word. She directly reached out, opened the back door, and got out of the car. She walked away, heading toward the apartment as quickly as possible, not daring to look back, for fear she wouldn’t be able to hold back if she did. The emotions pent up in her heart for so many years seemed about to explode, she was on the brink of losing control. Jude Crawford, please leave quickly, stop tempting her. Watching Isabelle’s retreating figure without looking back, Jude’s eyes darkened rapidly, the smile on his lips vanished, and his whole demeanor was shrouded in a terrifying gloom. She still walked away. He lost the gamble, even the thought of him being with another woman didn’t faze her. Jude felt something he had always believed in break with a crisp snap inside him; he had never felt so clearly that she truly didn’t love him. This update ıs available on 𝙣𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙡·𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕖·𝔫𝔢𝔱 Her heart never had room for him, not even the tiniest bit he longed for! "Mr. Crawford, I’ve been cooperating in acting, but sadly, your Mrs. Crawford truly doesn’t care about you." Raising an eyebrow, Jenny said, "A twisted melon isn’t sweet. Even if you had kept Mrs. Crawford, she would likely make the bed for the two of us and tell us to go at it." Jenny leaned over quietly, placing a hand on Jude’s shoulder, with the seductive allure of a young girl, "Mr. Crawford, give it up, don’t be upset over such a heartless woman. I really like you, feel it, my heart beats for you. Tonight..." Jude drew back his gaze, coolly curling his thin lips, a scathing word slipping from his throat, "Feverish?" That "fever" was more like "horny", Jenny froze directly. In Jude’s deep, narrow eyes, there was no warmth at all, "If you’re really feverish, I could find a few men to satisfy you." Jenny widened her eyes, looking at him with shock and fear. What was he saying? "Take your hand off me and get out before I make you disappear." "..." Jenny’s face turned completely white, she had met many men, but never someone like him. Aside from Isabelle, he was always indifferent and heartless toward other women. All his tenderness and love, he gave only to Isabelle Willow. Jenny was deeply shaken, she also feared Jude Crawford’s methods; if he decided to, she’d truly vanish. Jenny opened the front passenger door, walked out unwillingly. The next second, the luxury car sped away; Jude didn’t hesitate at all, stepping on the gas pedal, dust and dirt flying in Jenny’s direction, "..." In the luxury car, Jude Crawford’s handsome face was like frozen frost, the whole cabin was oppressively and stiflingly silent. At this moment, a series of gentle phone rings sounded, a call from Butler Thorne. Jude pressed the button to connect, and Butler Thorne’s voice came through, "Sir, are you home now?" Heh, where is his home? Jude raised his long fingers to unfasten two buttons on his shirt, his thin, cold lips gradually curling into a weary, desolate, and self-mocking smile. At this time, he suddenly felt a warmth at the tip of his nose, he raised his hand to touch, and found his hand full of blood. "Sir," Butler Thorne’s voice was incredibly heavy and sorrowful, "The results from the physical examination a few days ago are out. The doctor said... said your heart disease has reached an advanced stage, you only have... have... a month left."