Gazing at his impassive face, Tilda felt a strange sense of dejection.
This wasnât how it was supposed to be.
They had a passionate night, didnât they? Shouldnât he have something to say?
Why was he so indifferent?
âSo, about last night.
â
âMy assistant has dealt with the person who set you and Keanu up,â
Lyndon interrupted calmly.
Tildaâs eyes widened in surprise.
âWho was it?â
âEvita.
Scarlet orchestrated it all.
She wanted to force a divorce by making you cheat.
â
Tilda finally understood the whole incident inside out, leading her to consider Scarlet and Evita as truly despicable.
She pursed her lips, stealing a glance at him.
âWhat happened to Evita?â
Lyndon averted his gaze, picking up his phone and pulling up a news article.
âSee for yourself,â he offered.
Tilda took the phone, her eyes scanning the briefing: âA wealthy young lady was found disheveled on a street corner, appearing to have sex with a homeless man while intoxicated.
â
Below, a picture clearly showed Evita.
After reading, Tilda looked up at Lyndon.
âYou did this?â
âYes,â he confirmed simply.
Silence descended once more.
Tilda placed the phone down, her eyes lingering on his emotionless face.
She bit her Lip.
âThank you for yesterday,â she finally said.
âLike I said, weâre a couple.
No need for formalities.
Butâ¦â he trailed off, his gaze zooming in on her.
âBut what?â
Lyndon held her stare for a beat, then looked away again.
âNothing.
â
Why was he hesitating?
Tilda frowned.
âLyndon, just say it! Donât leave me hanging.
â