Hearing the conversation, Keanu was momentarily confused.
This must be Tildaâs husband.
The man was tall and handsome, but the interaction between them seemed distant.
âIs this your high school classmate?â Lyndon asked, his gaze shifting to Keanu.
âYes,â Tilda replied.
âThis is Keanu Wright.
Keanu, this is my husband, Lyndon Fernandez.
â
She introduced the two to each other.
Just as Keanu thought, the man was indeed her husband.
Keanu extended his hand.
âNice to meet you, Mr.
Fernandez.
â
âNice to meet you, too,â Lyndon responded, shaking Keanuâs hand firmly.
âThank you for bringing my wife to the hospital.
â
Keanu offered a modest smile.
âIt was no trouble at all.
We just happened to run into each other.
â
Lyndon smiled politely and turned to Tilda.
âJust a moment.
I need to say goodbye to my friend before we leave.
â
âAlright,â Tilda replied.
As Lyndon walked away, Tilda turned to Keanu.
âThank you for everything today.
You can give me my bag back now.
â
Keanu handed her the bag, his expression thoughtful.
âTilda, is your marriage with him a family arrangement?â
âYes, it is,â she confirmed.
âNo wonder you two seem so polite with each other,â Keanu observed, hinting at the lack of romance between them.
A marriage of convenience wasnât exactly romantic.
Keanu couldnât help but wonder if Tildaâs husband had ever cheated on her.
Wealthy people often had affairs.
If her husband had, would Tilda tolerate it, or would she opt for a divorce?
And if they divorced, would he have another chance with her?
âReally? Weâre both just reserved, which might give you that impression,â Tilda said, gripping the strap of her bag.
âActually, we have a good relationship.
â
Regardless of her marriageâs true state, she didnât want Keanu or anyone else to pity her.
âTilda, if youâre happy, thatâs all that matters.
But if youâre notâ¦â