My Bossy CEO Husband by Symon Diller

Chapter 2810

The question jolted Tilda from her thoughts.

She shifted her gaze and ran a hand through her hair, a nervous habit she couldnt suppress.

Why would I? she argued.

But her own actions betrayed her.

If she wasnt uneasy, why was she playing with her hair without realizing it? A flicker of amusement crossed Lyndons eyes.

He had noticed long ago that when Tilda tried to mask her emotions, she would adjust her glasses.

Now, without her glasses, she had switched to fiddling with her hair instead.

He asked, If I said I was angry, what would you do? Bring up divorce again? His tone carried an unspoken edge, a quiet yet palpable danger. Tilda turned her head, meeting his dark, penetrating gaze.

answer hypothetical

tell me-are you angry or not? Her sparkling eyes glimmered with a hint of mischief, a look

to outwit Lyndon, those big, expressive eyes gave

curved into

Rita is someone insignificant.

hide your decision from me? Why didnt you tell me last night? Tilda blinked in surprise at

described Rita as

had to admit that such a statement

brightened

reached out and

last night, you were preoccupied with being intimate

didnt get the chance to

eyes curved with delight,

thoughts flashed to the events of the

betraying the memory that sent a wave of heat through him. He