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, she

Her sparkling eyes glimmered with

tried to outwit Lyndon, those big,

lips curved into a

Rita is someone insignificant.

your decision from me? Why didnt you tell me last night?

Rita as

such

brightened in an

she reached out and tugged at

night, you were preoccupied with being intimate with

chance to bring it up, she

with delight, radiating

thoughts flashed to the events

wave of heat through