BuzzNovelChapter 2745 Lyndons dark eyes locked onto hers, his lips pressed into a thin line, making her feel a sudden wave of unease.
But she was simply stating the fact! After all, he did meet Rita at the hospital, didnt he? But then, as she remembered his uncle, her anger wavered, replaced by confusion.
Fine, then explain to me-whats really going on between you and Rita? Lyndon regarded her with a half-mocking, half-serious look.
Arent you a screenwriter? Why dont you weave one of your wild narratives about what you think is happening? The sarcasm in Lyndons voice was unmistakable.
Tilda was aware that he was mocking her for overreacting.
Her fingers curled slightly and she shot back, What do you mean by wild narratives? I cto the hospital with Myra for my eye treatment, and we happened to see you here.
Myra even thought you were here to pickup.
But instead, I saw you with Rita.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtWe watched the two of you walk into the inpatient department togetherhow do you think that looked? Can you really blme for reading into it? Lyndons gaze was steady, fixed on her as if trying to read the layers beneath her anger.
Why the sudden decision to have laser eye surgery? Tildas glare sharpened. So I can see the real you more clearly, of course.
Lyndon stared at her for a while then chuckled softly.
Are you saying you want to seemore clearly in bed? Isnt a bit of blur more thrilling? he teased.
Tilda narrowed her eyes at him.
Lyndon, dont joke around.
Youre not getting off that easily.
If you dont explain this properly, were getting a divorce.
The seriousness in her tone wiped the smile from his face.
Tilda, youre a screenwriter-you know how to tell stories, but youre letting your imagination run wild here.
I cto the hospital to visit my uncle.
Right when I arrived, Rita called and said her grandmother was admitted with a heart condition.
She asked if I could help arrange a private room, so I agreed to meet her briefly.
His eyes, dark and sincere, held her gaze, but Tilda wasnt convinced so easily.
Was it really just a coincidence? she asked, her voice softer but still edged with doubt.
Lyndon met her question with one of his own.
What else would it be? Tilda hesitated, her mind racing for reasons to doubt him.
Then why did she happen to meet you right at the entrance? He shrugged.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmHow should I know? Tildas skepticism lingered.
Well, youre her benefactor.
Of course, shed be extra eager to see you. A small smile played on Lyndons conved lips. I didnt realize you could get this jealous.
Does this mean you care aboutthat much? The question struck a nerve.
Her eyes flickered, and Tilda reached up instinctively to adjust her om glasses only to remember they werent there anymore.
She quickly transformed the awkward motion into brusking am Loose strand of hair behind her ear. Who said I care about you? she retorted, trying to sound nonchalant.
I just dont want to share my husband, thats all.
I have my pride, you know.
His expression grew serious as he gently placed his hands on her shoulders.
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