Surprised by her reaction, Rosalynn and the others could only watch.
Regaining some semblance of calm, Tilda tucked her hair back and, with a ghostly pallor, apologized, âIâm sorry, Iâm not comfortable being touched,â before retreating swiftly.
Lyndonâs brow creased in confusion as he watched her rapid exit.
Lips pressed together, Rosalynn was Lost in contemplation.
Larson was Tildaâs last name.
Lyndon had called her Miss Larson.
Could it be that Tilda belonged to Skrixâs Larson family?
Were she and Ivy half-siblings?
In Tildaâs gaze just moments earlier, there seemed to lurk a shadow of fear and⦠a sliver of disgust.
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Could it be that Tilda harbored hatred towards Lyndon?
Rosalynn doubted that.
Rosalynnâs gaze settled on Lyndon.
His presence was striking, clad in a sharp, dark suit, standing with an air of confidence.
The admiring glances he drew from the surrounding women spoke volumes of his allure.
She could have misjudged Tildaâs attitude towards him.
It was unthinkable for Tilda to bear any ill will towards Lyndon, wasnât it?
âLyndon, please, pay my sister no mind.
She didnât intend to⦠She just.
Ivyâs words faltered, her lips hesitating, a tinge of embarrassment coloring her confession.
Lyndonâs eyes met hers with a questioning look.
âAnd what of her?â he probed.
Ivyâs mouth opened to speak, yet words seemed to escape her.
A woman beside her interjected, âMr.
Fernandez, itâs rumored that Tilda prefers the company of women over men.
Perhaps thatâs why she recoiled at your touch.
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Rosalynn found herself at a loss for words.
Incredible!
Tilda was attracted to women?
The revelation was utterly unforeseen.