NovelEnglishChapter 2738 The other day at the company, her dear husband had adeptly played the role of a loving spouse, all for show.
Nonetheless, she had trusted that he genuinely cared for her, even going to great lengths to look her best so as not to embarrass him.
Now, the decision to undergo laser eye surgery seemed absurd.
Beside her, Myra appeared shocked and uncomfortable.
Tilda, wasnt Lyndon supposed to pick you up? Tilda clenched her fingers tightly, holding back the surge of frustration.
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I need to check on them. Ill cwith you, Myra offered.
No need, Tilda responded gently.
Could you givesspace, please? She feared that seeing her husband attentive to another woman might push her over the edge.
She couldnt bear for her friend to witness such a scene.
Myra sighed, embraced her, and said, Alright, III leave then.
Callif you need anything.
After parting ways with Myra, Tilda made her way toward the inpatient department.
As she approached the building, a knot tightened in her stomach.
She had no idea which ward Lyndon had gone to with Rita, or even why he was here in the first place.
Her thoughts revisited Lyndons mention of covering Ritas grandmothers surgery.
Was Ritas grandmother unwell again, leading to Lyndon coming to check on her? And why did Lyndon feel compelled to help, over and over? The resemblance of Rita to Lyndons deceased ex unsettled Tilda, making her question if Lyndon truly harbored no romantic sentiments towards Rita as he had asserted.
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A cold knot of jealousy tightened in Tildas chest.
Was there more to this? Or was Lyndon really just being a good guy? Would he have gone to such lengths if it were someone else? Tilda lingered by the elevator, lost in thought, her lips pressed into a thin line. Just then a husky voice broke through her thoughts.
You are Tilda, right? The screenwriter? Startled she turned to ve see a familiar face. Are you Hutton? she asked tentatively.
She recalled their brief encounter at one of Rosalynns parties. Yes, its me.
Hutton nodded, a polite smile softening his features.
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