âYou mentioned discomfort in your heels.
These will make you feel more comfortable,â he said, taking out adhesive bandages from the bag.
As she had suspected, he had indeed gone to buy adhesive bandages for her.
Lyndon squatted down, removed her high heels, and gently took her foot in his hand.
Tilda felt a rush of embarrassment.
âI can do it myself,â she protested.
âStay still,â Lyndon instructed, firmly holding Tildaâs ankle as he applied the adhesive bandage.
His touch was gentle and careful.
As Tilda felt his hands on her, a wave of emotion washed over her.
She gazed at his handsome features, wondering if he had often helped Rosanna like this.
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âALL set,â Lyndon announced, helping Tilda slip her shoes back on.
âDoes it feel better?â
Tilda, shaking off her reverie, moved her foot and nodded.
Lyndon closed the car door for her and then got into the driverâs seat.
At that moment, his phone rang.
It was his assistant.
âMr.
Fernandez, Iâve found the man who stopped Mrs.
Fernandezâs car,â the assistant said.
Lyndonâs expression darkened.
âDid he say why?â
âHe was reluctant at first,â the assistant explained, âbut after we taught him a hard lesson, he admitted someone had instigated him.
â
Lyndonâs eyes narrowed.
âWho?â
âThe second daughter of the Larson family, Ivy,â the assistant revealed.
âShe had him follow Mrs.
Fernandez and take photos of her with another man.
When he was caught and the photos were deleted, Ivy ordered him to scare Mrs.
Fernandez.
â
So it was all Ivyâs doing.
Lyndonâs voice was icy.
âMake sure he understands never to do it again.
â
âYes, sir.
â
After hanging up, Lyndon turned to Tilda.
âDid someone follow you and take photos before the accident?â
Tilda, surprised, nodded.
âYes.
â
Lyndon continued, âThe man who stopped your car is the same one who took those photos.
Ivy commanded him.
â
It was as Tilda thought.