Deep down, he had already decided to believe her all along.
He knew, in his heart, that Tilda wasnt the type of person to act without integrity.
Still, despite his trust, a faint trace of bitterness lingered in his chest.
So, you had a conversation with Keanu in your car after leaving the hotel? Lyndon asked.
Yes, And what exactly were you discussing that made him hold your hand like that? Lyndons gaze darkened as he glanced at the photo on his phone.
Tildas eyes flickered as she tilted her head toward him. Are you jealous? she asked, a hint of teasing in her tone.
Lyndon rolled his eyes, unwilling to give a direct answer.
Tilda chuckled softly.
Now you know how I felt when I saw you and Rita spending time together.
Feels familiar, doesnt it? Lyndon frowned, instinctively wanting to deny any involvement with Rita, but the memory of the party they attended together silenced him.
He had no words to offer.
Tildas expression grew more serious, the playful air dissipating.
She inquired, Did Keanu approach you on behalf of N.C to discuss business cooperation? Lyndons eyes narrowed as a realization struck him.
Is that what he wanted to talk to you about? Yes.
He asked me to put in a good word for him, hoping youd consider working with their company, Tilda admitted.
So, Keanu had really stooped to asking Tilda for help? Had he no pride left as a man? These thoughts clouded Lyndons face with irritation. He fixed his gaze on her.
Did you agree to help him? Tildas eyes gleamed with playful mischief.
If I asked you to do him a favor and work with his company, would you do it⦠for me? Hearing this, Lyndons expression darkened even more.
You want me to help your first love? he asked, his voice low.
Well, what of it? Lyndon pressed his lips together, biting back his words, unsure how to respond.