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.

hypothetical questions, she

angry or not? Her sparkling eyes glimmered with a

tried to outwit Lyndon,

lips curved into a faint

Rita is someone insignificant.

me? Why didnt

described Rita

that such a statement

brightened in an

sly grin, she reached out and tugged at

were preoccupied with being intimate with

get the chance to

eyes curved with delight, radiating

the

apple bobbed slightly, betraying the memory that sent a wave of heat through him. He