His gaze seemed to cloud over.
âAre you still hung up on your first love?â he finally blurted out.
Tilda froze, stunned.
âWhy would you ask that?â
Lyndon thought to himself bitterly, âBecause you were saying his name in your sleep.
â
These words caught in his throat, making him more irritated.
Thinking back to recent events, a pang of suspicion shot through Tilda.
âLyndon, listen to me,â she exclaimed in a rush, fearing a misunderstanding.
âThereâs nothing going on between Keanu and me.
What happened Last night was because we were drugged, completely out of it.
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Lyndon remained silent, his expression unreadable.
He couldnât shake the image of her whispering another manâs name in her sleep.
It seemed she still loved that man.
But here she was, insisting she had no feelings for him.
Was it because of Sheldon? Was the child holding her back?
Maybe she didnât want to reunite with her first love because she didnât want to leave a bad impression.
Maybe she didnât want to burden that man, especially now that she had a child.
That was why she preferred to marry him, even though he was a stranger to her.
Observing the grim expression on Lyndonâs face, Tilda couldnât discern his thoughts.
She sensed that just as they had grown closer, a new distance had formed between them.
Then, there was a knock on the door.
Lyndon snapped out of his reverie and said, âIt must be my assistant.
â
âIâll get the door.
â
Tilda opened the door to find Lyndonâs assistant, Clifton Dixon, standing there, arms laden with bags of food.
âGood morning, Mrs.
Fernandez,â he greeted her respectfully.
âGood morning.
â
Tilda smiled and stepped aside to let him in.
He walked in and set the bags on the table.
âMr.
Fernandez, hereâs the breakfast I picked up per your instructions.
â
Lyndon nodded and asked Tilda, âAre you hungry? Letâs eat.
â
Tilda licked her lips and swallowed, feeling her stomach growl.