Tilda smiled, her dimples showing.
âItâs getting late.
Iâm heading out first.
â
Karina asked, âDonât you want to stay a little Longer?â
âNo, thanks.
Iâd rather go home.
â Tilda answered.
âWell, alright.
Iâll add you to the work group chat later.
â
âOkay.
â
Tilda nodded, then left.
Rosalynn watched her as she walked away.
As Tilda passed through the crowd, a waiter accidentally bumped into her.
He hurriedly helped her and bowed to apologize.
Tilda just waved her hand, then continued on her way out.
Rosalynn blinked.
Tilda had a very different reaction between being touched by the waiter and Lyndon.
She had been visibly tense with Lyndon, but she didnât seem bothered by the waiter at all.
Why did she have such a strong reaction to Lyndon?
Rosalynn wracked her brain for an explanation, but couldnât figure out why.
She spotted Lyndon and walked over to him.
âLyndon, have you ever offended Tilda?â
Lyndon paused thoughtfully and shook his head.
âNot that I know of.
Iâm not really familiar with her, but she and Rosanna⦠They were quite close.
â
The thought of Rosanna brought a shadow over Lyndonâs face, his eyes turning dull from gloom.
But he quickly schooled his expression, concealing his emotions behind a mask of calmness.
Meanwhile, Rosalynn sank into deep thought.
Could Lyndon have somehow unknowingly offended Tilda?
âLyndon, Rosalynn.
â
Kyson approached with a regretful expression.
Lyndon turned to him and asked with a smile, âWhatâs the matter?â