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 questions,

angry or not? Her sparkling eyes glimmered with a hint of mischief,

rascal tried to outwit Lyndon,

into

Rita is someone insignificant.

hide your decision from me? Why didnt you tell

Rita

had to admit that such a statement

mood brightened in an

grin, she reached out and tugged at his

night, you were preoccupied with being intimate

to bring

curved with

the events of the previous

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