Myra sighed inwardly.
If it had been any other time, she would have told Keanu to let go, to move on.
After all, Tilda was married, and no matter how much he loved her, it wasnt right to disrupt someone elses marriage.
But now⦠Lyndon wasnt faithful, and if Tilda couldnt beat Ritas influence and ended up divorcing him, she would still need a good man by her side.
Tildas relationship with Keanu had been so beautiful and its end had always felt like a cruel twist of fate.
If she did get divorced, maybe being with Keanu would bring her more happiness than trying to hold onto Lyndon.
Keanu seemed like the kind of man who would give Tilda the life she deserved. He would cherish her deeply and take care of her in ways Lyndon might have forgotten to.
Meanwhile, in the private room, the trio had nearly finished eating.
Clive and Corrine, who had both been drinking, were slightly tipsy.
Tilda signaled for the waiter, handing over her card to settle the bill.
Mr.
Shaw, how did you get here? Would you like me to give you a ride back? Tilda asked, checking the time on her phone.
No need, my driver is on his way, Clive replied lazily, dialing a number on his phone to confirm his ride.
What about you? Should I drop you off? Corrine, her cheeks flushed from the alcohol, leaned against Tilda and gave her a playful.
wink.
Of course, you have to take me home.
Wouldnt you worry about me taking a taxi alone? Arent you afraid I might get snatched away by some bad guy? Her eyes sparkled flirtatiously, and the scent of wine enveloped her.
Tilda chuckled.
Id be very worried. Youve almost got me under your spell.
Corrine giggled.
Ah, you screenwriters always know just the right thing to say.
The waiter returned with Tildas card.
Tilda tucked it back into her purse, then helped Corrine to her feet.
Are you alright? she asked, her voice tinged with concern.
Corrine shot Tilda a playful look and scoffed, Do you truly believe Im drunk? Ive only had three glasses.