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.

dont answer hypothetical

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

rascal tried to outwit Lyndon, those

into a

Rita is someone insignificant.

from me? Why didnt

Rita as someone

that such

mood brightened in an

a sly grin, she reached out and tugged at

you were preoccupied with

didnt get the chance to bring it up, she

with delight, radiating

the events of the

a wave of heat through him. He