BuzzNovelChapter 2757 Tilda was searching for her eye drops when his words struck a nerve.
Without thinking, she shot back, Yeah, Sheldon takes after you.
Happy now? Lyndon glanced at her, a hint of amusement playing on his lips.
Im going to take a shower, he said, disappearing into the bathroom.
As the sound of running water filled the room, Tilda squeezed the eye drops in her hand, suddenly aware of what she had let slip.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtShe muttered under her breath, Sheldon doesnt take after you; hes not as foolish. Despite the countless times she had remarked on their sons resemblance to him, Lyndon never seemed to suspect a thing.
Her thoughts drifted back to that night years ago, and she pressed her lips together in frustration.
Did he truly not remember? When she had brought him out of the club, hadnt he been conscious enough to know who was with him? How could he not connect the dots about the woman he had slept with? Tilda sighed, tilting her head back as she applied the eye drops, trying to dispel the nagging thoughts.
But just as she was putting the bottle away, a notification beeped.
She glanced at her phone but saw no new messages.
The sound had cfrom Lyndons side of the bed.
Curiosity gripped her as her gaze fell on his phone lying on the nightstand.
The screen showed a new message.
Her heart beat a bit faster, and she wondered if the text was from Rita.
She hesitated before picking it up.
Her breath hitched when she saw the sender-Rita.
Lyndon, how are you and your wife? Im really sorry for causing you trouble.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmTilda stared at the message, her lips pressed tightly together. The message was dressed as a sincere apology, but Tilda could see through it.
If Rita truly felt remorseful, why would she send such a message late at night? Tilda was sure Rita did it on purpose, hoping she would see it and cause a rift between her and Lyndon.
Even if she didnt fight with Lyndon over it, the message would still m create a small rift between them. Tilda knew she couldnt keep this bottled up for long.
Her facial expressions would always be a telltale of how she truly felt inside. She could grow bitter over time.
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