NovelEnglishChapter 2693 Playing the fragile card, Rita was trying to draw the mens attention, hoping for their pity and admiration.
She didnt care whether Lyndon was married or not, addressing him so intimately.
What a scheming woman! Tilda bit back the urge to say anything, keeping her thoughts to herself as the chatter and clinking glasses filled the room.
Rita, swaying from the alcohol, finally slumped over the table, drifting into sleep.
Tildas eyes sparkled with mischief as she ccloser to Lyndon, her voice low and playful.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtHoney, looks like Ritas out for the count.
What should we do with her? Lyndon paused, the glass halfway to his lips, and turned to meet her gaze. What do you think we should do? he asked, a slight smile playing on his face.
Tilda blinked, feigning innocence.
Well, you brought her here, so its on you to handle it.
He raised an eyebrow.
So, you wantto take care of it? Straightening a bit, she nodded with a teasing smile.
III just sit back and watch, she replied, her voice carrying a tiny hint of jealousy.
Lyndon laughed softly and ruffled her hair before pulling out his phone to call his assistant.
Where are you? Chere now, he said into the phone.
Tilda quickly fixed her hair and glanced at him.
Who are you calling? My assistant.
Tilda leaned closer, her breath soft against Lyndons ear.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmShouldnt you personally take care of someone who holds a place in your heart? Lyndons eyebrows lifted in surprise.
Beneath the table, he gently clasped her hand, his eyes sliding toward her with a knowing look.
The person in my heart... Isnt it... He paused tically, letting the silence stretch just long enough to make Tildas heart skip. Expecting him to say her name, she waited, but Lyndon smirked and said, Isnt it Sheldon? Tildas smile faltered, her face stiffening in frustration. In a flash of anger, she yanked her hand from his grip.
Realizing she had reacted too strongly, she felt a tinge of regret.
She quickly grabbed her glass and took a sip, hoping the water would help cool the theat rising in her cheeks.
Lyndon was visibly amused by her actions, struggling to suppress his laughter while a pleased expression played across his face. Flushing with embarrassment, Tilda shot him a glare and shifted aside, pointedly ignoring his amusement. Shortly thereafter, Lyndons assistant arrived.
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