Tilda hesitated.
âI just donât want to create unnecessary complications.
â
A soft chuckle escaped Keanuâs lips.
âComplications? Like idle gossip? Tilda, youâve always marched to the beat of your own drum, havenât you? Or is this about Lyndon?â
His words struck a nerve.
Tildaâs eyelids fluttered, and her grip on her phone tightened.
It was true â Lyndonâs perspective mattered.
She didnât want to upset him.
âLyndon doesnât love you, does he?â Keanu continued, recalling what heâd overheard earlier.
âWhy let his feelings dictate yours?â
Tildaâs heart clenched, a sharp pang shooting through her.
Her fingers curled into fists.
Raising her eyes, she spoke with quiet determination.
âKeanu, Iâm married.
Whether he loves me or not, I have a duty to uphold.
Iâll conduct myself as Mrs.
Fernandez should, without causing any scandal.
I appreciate the rescue at the cliff, but that doesnât mean I will reignite old flames with you.
If you consider me a friend, please manage your feelings accordingly.
â
After a brief pause, she added, not wanting to leave the issue unresolved, âShow me the code.
Letâs settle this.
â
The woman before him â composed, resolute, and indifferent- remained the same Tilda who haunted his dreams.
Keanu couldnât help but offer a wry smile.
Sometimes, he truly resented her unwavering logic.
Why couldnât she embrace a little emotion?
Werenât literature students supposed to be sentimental creatures?
Seeing his hesitation, Tilda reached out and took his _ phone, inquiring, âWould you please tell me your password?â
â910506,â Keanu replied, his voice barely a whisper.
Keanu recited a sequence of numbers.
Tilda paused, her grip tightening on the phone.
It was her birthday.
He had set his phoneâs password to her birthday.
Tilda quelled her thoughts, unlocked the phone, and settled the bill.
âKeanu, thank you once more.
If youâre occupiedâ¦â
âIâm free.
Iâll depart once Mr.
Fernandez arrives.
You go on and eat,â
Keanu remarked as he took his phone from her.