Keanu fought back the sting of humiliation rising within him.
He looked up, his expression simmering.
Lyndon, stop flaunting yourself in front of me.
Everything you have now was handed to you by your parents, wasnt it? Without them, do you honestly believe you could have married Tilda? Yes, I may just be an ordinary person with a simple background, but Tilda and I shared something youll never understanda time that was beautiful, unforgettable.
We were each others first love, a memory that Lasts a lifetime.
I was the one who first held her hand, who wrapped her in her first embrace, who tasted her first kiss.
That alone gives me something youll never have! Lyndon glared at Keanu, his expression darkening as he remained silent, exuding a menacing aura.
Keanu held his ground, refusing to flinch under Lyndons gaze-until he noticed the faint marks on Lyndons neck and paused.
Realizing Keanu had spotted the love bites, Lyndon suppressed his anger, a smirk crossing his lips as he deliberately adjusted his collar to reveal them further. Youre right.
I wasnt Tildas first love.
But life is long, and Ill be there for her from this moment on.
For the rest of her days, shell be with me.
Every morning, well wake in each others arms, sharing warm embraces.
Every night, well find happiness together, falling deeper in love.
And these are things you can never be part of.
Tell me, Keanu, are you still holding out hope shell leave me? Then keep waiting.
But Im certain youll go to your grave filled with regret, because youll never have what you desire.
Keanus face flushed with anger, and he clenched his fists tightly.
He didnt know Lyndon well; theyd had only limited interaction.
But hed gathered enough from their last encounter to recognize Lyndons sharp tongue, and this time, he felt its sting even more.
He tried to keep his frustration at bay.
Ill wait.
After all, no one can predict the outcome until the very end, right? Lyndon raised an eyebrow, nodding with a hint of approval.
I admire your courage.
Can we sign the contract now? Keanu asked, eager to end the conversation before his heart endured another blow. Pen, Lyndon replied, extending his hand.
Before Keanu could hand him the pen, Lyndons phone alarm went off.
Lyndon glanced at it, silencing the sound before making a quick call.
His expression softened as the call connected.
Honey, are you awake? Its already half-past one.
Got it.
A soft, slightly drowsy voice echoed over the phone.
Lyndon smiled faintly and hung up, placing his phone back on the table.
The moment Lyndon referred to the person on the other end of the phone as honey, Keanus expression shifted.
Could it be Tilda on the other end? Was she sleeping?