Tilda followed Lyndons gaze and recognized the actress on the billboard-she was a notable figure in the entertainment industry.
Her features were finely sculpted and delicate, with her eyes particularly mesmerizing, drawing everyone into her presence.
However, those same captivating eyes had sparked a myriad of scandals, earning her the sultry nickname Siren.
Was Lyndon implying that, devoid of her glasses, she bore a resemblance to that enchanting actress? Although it sounded Like a compliment, Tilda wasnt convinced, as she didnt possess the same tempting allure that the actress exuded.
Dont lay it on too thick, Tilda said as they reached the parking lot, and Lyndon gracefully held the passenger door open for her.
Im just expressing how I feel about your new appearance, he replied, puzzled by her reaction.
As Tilda settled into the passenger seat, she turned to him and asked directly, So, do you like how I look now or not? Lyndons eyes lingered on her, drifting slowly to her vivid red lips. He reached over, gently lifted her chin, and kissed her softly.
Tilda, perhaps you should consider a pair of zero power glasses? Taken aback by his sudden affection and the unexpected suggestion, Tilda responded, Why? Ive just freed myself from my glasses! Lyndon paused, his eyes locking with hers, an earnest look on his face.
Its because your eyes themselves are too captivating.
I worry you might draw the wrong kind of attention.
His comment flattered her.
A flicker of gratification crossed Tildas face as she replied, Nope, Ive got to keep up with you.
Lyndon raised an eyebrow, intrigued.
Lyndon chuckled, his voice rich with amusement.
Still jealous, huh? So, you underwent laser eye surgery because you were worried Id be captivated by someone else? Tilda brushed his hand aside with a playful air of indifference.
Dont flatter yourself.
Just drive.
Lyndon caught the evasion in her gaze, chuckled softly, and tousled her hair affectionately before closing the car door for her.
She always found this gesture irritating. Tilda readjusted her hair, but a small, involuntary smile betrayed her fondness for his antics.
Lyndon slid into the drivers seat as he turned to her with a casual inquiry.
So, heading home? Tilda paused to consider.
Do you have other plans tonight? If youre busy, you could just drop me off at the mall ahead.
She had run low on her skincare essentials and needed to replenish her stash.
Ill come with you, Lyndon offered as he ignited the engine.