NovelEnglishChapter 2692 Seeing the coldness in Tildas expression, Rita whispered, I will down my drink.
Suit yourself.
Tilda found Ritas persistence quite irritating, yet she had to maintain her composure.
Without a word, she lightly tapped her glass against Ritas, the soft chbarely cutting through the silence.
She took a small sip of water, her face unreadable.
Thank you, Mrs.
Fernandez, Rita murmured, knowing full well she was forced to play submissive.
But she recognized this as her strength.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtShe believed that men were drawn to fragile women, not those who commanded power. Cradling a glass of wine, Rita made her way toward Lyndon.
She raised it in his direction and smiled.
Id like to share a drink with you, Lyndon.
After all, you are my benefactor, she said, the alcohol softening her words.
Her cheeks were warm, flushed with a slight drunken glow.
With unsteady hands, she filled Lyndons glass.
In her tipsiness, she swayed, her balance momentarily lost.
As she poured, her hand brushed against Lyndons arm, the touch subtle yet Lingering.
Lyndon sat motionless, his brow creased in disapproval.
Lyndon, I dont even know how to thank you, Rita slurred, her gaze lingering on him.
Youre the most handsome, kind-hearted man Ive ever known.
You have my respect! Her eyes were glassy, her thoughts drifting somewhere beyond the moment.
With a sharp look, Lyndon reached out, taking the wine from her hand.
No more wine, drink swater instead.
I want to share a drink with you, she insisted, her voice soft, almost childlike, as she stared at him with hurt in her eyes.
I said, stop, Lyndon snapped, his voice cutting through her protest like ice.
Rita bit her lower lip as she looked at him meekly.
Please, dont be angry, she whispered, her voice trembling.
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Ill listen to you, I promise. She reached for her cup of water, om unsteady on her feet, and teetered as she made her way back to him, the cup shaking in her hands.
You dont need to cover, Lyndon said, his voice cool as he raised the glass. Ill finish it myself, and you can do as you like.
With a single motion, he drained the wine from his glass.
Okay, Rita replied quietly.
She obediently drank the water in her cup.
Tilda, meanwhile, ate her meal with practiced calm, her expression m betraying nothing. But underneath, irritation simmered.
She had written enough scripts to understand exactly what Rita was doing.
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