She noticed a faint mark on Tildaâs neck, and her smile widened.
âTilda, did you and Lyndonâ¦?â
âNothing happened between us.
Your efforts were wasted,â Tilda said, cutting her off.
Elmaâs smile faltered.
âReally? He did nothing? How could he resist your charms?â
Tilda glanced around, relieved Lyndon wasnât nearby.
âElma, stop meddling.
We need time to develop any feelings.
Arenât you worried about making things awkward?â
Elma sighed, eyeing the mark on Tildaâs neck with regret.
âYou are married.
Itâs natural for you to be intimate.
Itâs my fault.
If only I hadnât interruptedâ¦â
Hearing Elmaâs murmurs, Tilda found herself both amused and exasperated.
The events of last night crossed her mind, and her smile faded.
Even if Elma hadnât interrupted, nothing significant would have happened between her and Lyndon.
She still couldnât shake off her fear of being intimate with him.
After breakfast, Lyndon went to work.
Tilda, having no work herself, spent the morning playing with Sheldon.
Later, she retreated to her room to read and write.
Time passed quickly, and in the evening, she received a message from Keanu.
âTilda, ready to go?â he asked.
Tilda glanced at her watch.
It was nearly time for the reunion.
She replied, âIâm heading out now.
â
Keanu sent a thumbs-up emoji and added, âSee you soon.
â
Tilda didnât dress up much.
She swapped her homewear for a comfortable sweater, trousers, and a down jacket.
She added a touch of lipstick and left the house.
Half an hour later, she arrived at the parking lot of Vincent Bar.
As she parked, someone knocked on her window.
It was Keanu.