Page 81 of His Untoward Hate

Miss Zita burst into laughter.

“I’m kidding!”

She shook her head, still amused by his expression.

“Anyway, you can start your official training now. If you need anything, just call Norma or me, okay?” She flashed him another warm smile, but Jasper was still recovering from her unexpected remark.

With a shocked expression and slightly uneven breathing, he excused himself from the room, his mind still trying to process what had just happened.

31

Sky had not even realized morning had arrived until a series of loud thunderclaps echoed through the dark clouds. The rain had been persistent since last night. News had aired that there was a tropical depression.

Sky had spent the entire night watching Jude sleep, his mind crowded with restless thoughts. There was something about Jude’s innocence that always drew him in, especially those captivating gray eyes hidden behind those folds. Oddly enough, Sky did not feel sleepy or exhausted at all. He did not know how that was possible.

Instead, he was furious.

The discovery of what Jude had been carrying in his bag had kept him awake the entire night. No matter how hard he tried, he could not stop thinking about it. He had never imagined Jude would do something like that.

Jude’s body temperature was alarmingly high, a consequence of the reckless and irresponsible stunt he had pulled the night before. Every time Sky thought about it, anger surged through him all over again.

Lost in his thoughts, Sky did not realize that Jude had already woken up. It was only when Jude subtly tried to pull his hand away from Sky’s grasp that he noticed. Instinctively, Sky tightened his hold. To his surprise, Jude did not insist on pulling away. Instead, he simply stopped trying and allowed their hands to remain connected. Sky was caught off guard by the unexpected reaction. That surprise quickly turned into exasperation when Jude merely stared at the ceiling, his face blank and exhausted, as if nothing had happened. The lack of response only fueled Sky’s frustration.

“Look at me,” Sky demanded in an authoritative tone and with full seriousness.

Sky was slightly taken aback when Jude slowly lifted his gaze and looked directly into his eyes without hesitation, a bold act for someone who had always been too afraid to meet Sky’s gaze or even dare to initiate it himself. Jude looked at him with those indifferent and sleepy gray eyes, as if Jude were staring at such a useless object.

“Do you have something to tell me?” Sky demanded, but Jude only looked at the ceiling again, exhausted.

Jude was not even a little bit bothered.

“What are these?” Sky asked.

Sky threw the packs of methamphetamine directly at Jude. The small packs landed on his chest. But Jude did not say a single word and did not even flinch despite the force.

“I’m asking you! What the fuck are these?” Sky said, trying to calm down, but he just could not. “Fucking answer me!” Sky’s voice was getting louder as he tried not to lose his temper.

“You’d better answer me before I completely lose my patience with you,” he said sternly.

Sky’s jaw jutted as he fought to keep his emotions under control. He did not even realize that his large hand had tightened around Jude’s smaller one.

Jude remained silent.

The lack of response pushed Sky even closer to the edge. He yanked Jude’s hand and firmly grasped his jaw, forcing him to look at him again.

Jude did not resist.

Sky stared back with those tired, lifeless gray eyes. For a moment, Sky’s heart stumbled.

“The hell is wrong with you, Jude Finn?” Sky snapped. “Answer me! Why do you fucking have these drugs?!” he yelled, his voice echoing through the room as he shot to his feet, putting some distance between them before his anger drove him to do something he would regret.

Jude still said nothing.

He just looked at Sky as if the shouting was not even directed at him. As if he could not care less.

Then something changed.

The frustration and fury raging inside Sky dropped the instant he noticed the expression on Jude’s face.