âLyndon, itâs too cold.
Youâll get sick if you stay here,â Tilda said gently.
âIf you get sick, Rosa will be sad.
â
Lyndon fixed his gaze on Tilda, his drunken mind slowly processing her words.
âNo, I donât want Rosa to be sad.
â
Tilda nodded.
âSo letâs go home first, okay?â
Lyndon didnât resist further, allowing them to help him to the car.
After a struggle, Tilda and the guard managed to get him into the back seat.
The guard wiped the sweat from his forehead and smiled.
âItâs rare to see a man as affectionate as this gentleman.
Iâve worked here for over ten years, and itâs the first time Iâve seen a young man who canât forget his ex-wife.
â
Tilda swallowed her bitterness and forced a smile.
âThank you for your help.
â
The guard quickly replied, âYouâre welcome.
Well, I just said what I thought.
Please donât take it to heart.
Your husband is a nice man.
Now that heâs married to you, Iâm sure heâll love you wholeheartedly.
â
Tilda smiled, unaffected by the guardâs words.
After expressing her thanks again, she took a deep breath to calm her queasy stomach.
Then she got into the car and drove away.
In the back seat, Lyndon stirred and opened his eyes.
Tilda glanced at him through the rearview mirror, noticing his frown and worried he might feel nauseous.
âLyndon, are you feeling okay?â she asked gently.
Lyndon didnât respond.
Instead, he slowly raised his hand to look at the photo he was holding, then carefully tucked it into the inner pocket of his coat as if it were a precious treasure.
Seeing his actions, Tilda felt a pang of sadness.
If there hadnât been an accident, Rosanna wouldnât have taken part in the volunteer event.
If she hadnât taken part in the volunteer event, she wouldnât have died.
If she were still alive, she and Lyndon would be married and happy now.
Clenching the steering wheel, Tilda focused on the road illuminated by the headlights, feeling complicated emotions swirling inside her.
Lyndon remained silent the entire drive.
Tilda kept checking the rearview mirror, concerned that he might vomit after drinking so much.
Fortunately, after he put the photo away, he closed his eyes and stayed quiet.
Tilda drove as smoothly as possible and finally arrived at the villa.
After parking, she looked at Lyndon, still sound asleep in the back seat.
She sighed and called Elma.
âHello?â Elma answered, her voice groggy.