As she passed the secretarys office, every head turned to follow her.
Tilda caught Myras eye and gestured toward the CEOs office.
Myra, could you please make me a cup of coffee? Myra blinked knowingly, her lips curling into a supportive smile.
Of course, Mrs.
Fernandez.
Tilda smiled her thanks and continued toward the office door.
Behind her, the secretaries exchanged shocked glances. Was that really Mrs.
Fernandez just now? one whispered incredulously.
I.
I dont know.
I always remember her with glasses⦠another replied, her voice trailing off in disbelief.
With a smirk, Myra glanced at her colleagues.
Still think Mrs.
Fernandez is plain? The memory of their earlier taunts about Tildas looks lingered in their minds.
Lyndon sat at his desk, lost in the stack of documents before him, when Tilda walked in unexpectedly.
He glanced up, a flicker of surprise in his eyes.
What brings you here? he asked, his tone tinged with curiosity.
She glided closer with graceful steps.
I came to check up on you.
Would you believe me if I said I missed you? A playful glint sparked in her eyes, drawing him in. He raised an eyebrow.
I dont believe you.
Why not? she replied, feigning innocence.
Because its not something you usually do, he said, leaning back with an easy charm.
She tilted her head, a curious smile on her face.
And by that you mean� His brows drew together as he held her gaze.
Youre not the clingy type, nor are you the kind of wife who constantly worries about other women being interested in your charming husband.
Thinking so highly of himself? Such guts!