Rita stood there, watching their backs, her fingers clenched, biting her lip as a hint of frustration flickered in her eyes.
It was only after they had rounded the corner that she turned to make her way back to her grandmothers room.
She noticed a man standing at the door of another room, watching her intently.
Rita didnt dwell on it and returned to her grandmothers room.
Nearby, Hutton stood at the door for a few seconds, his fingers thoughtfully stroking his chin, lost in deep contemplation.
Inside the elevator, Lyndon finally let go of Tilda. As they descended, a heavy silence enveloped them.
Tilda caught his reflection in the elevators mirrored walls; his expression was distant, almost cold.
She pressed her lips together, tension lining her face.
Was he upset? Annoyed with her for overreacting? The elevator came to a stop on a lower floor, and a cluster of people crowded in, making the already cramped space feel even more confined.
Suddenly, Tilda felt Lyndons firm grip on her arm, Before she could react, he had pulled her close, shielding her from the crowd.
Leaning against his chest, she inhaled his familiar scent and felt the steady rhythm of his heartbeat.
Wasnt he mad at her? Then why was he still so protective? Was she in the wrong today? He was a married man, yet he persistently helped a woman who bore a striking resemblance to his ex.
How could she not read too much into it? The elevator finally reached the first floor, and as the crowd began to exit, Lyndon released her and strode out without a word, his long strides giving the impression that he had forgotten she was there.
Tilda felt a lump form in her throat, as if she were choking on suppressed emotions.
She jogged a few steps and called out, Lyndon, stop! We need to clear the air before you walk away.
Lyndon paused, turning slightly. Clear the air about what? You still want a divorce? His gaze was dark, his expression tense with displeasure.
Tilda caught up to him, exhaling deeply.
Are you upset with me? Yes, Lyndon replied bluntly.
Tildas face tightened.
Well, Im mad too! she retorted sharply.
Lyndons eyebrow arched slightly.
Angry about what? The fact that I met with Rita? Tilda fired back, Didnt you meet her?