GoodNovelFreeChapter 2700 The two secretaries exchanged uneasy glances.
They silently prayed that Myra wouldnt badmouth them in front of Tilda.
But they hadnt said too much, had they? They decided it would be wise to tread carefully around Myra from now on.
In the CEOs Office, Tilda stared down at her hand, still enveloped in Lyndons grip.
Arent we done with the show? she asked in a clipped tone.
You can let go now.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtHer palm felt sweaty in his grip.
Lyndon slowly released her hand, setting her bag on the polished oak table. Was that all an act to you? he asked with raised eyebrow.
Wasnt it? Tilda shot back.
Her eyes flashed with irritation.
If it wasnt, why didnt you use the underground parking lot? Isnt that your usual route? Now, today, you felt the need to go through the front, holding my hand and carrying my bag.
Quite the show, wasnt it? Lyndon chuckled softly, a playful smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.
Youve got quite the imagination.
More like a sixth sense, she pushed on, her eyes glinting with defiance.
He stepped closer, a teasing smirk playing on his lips as he wrapped an arm around her waist, his fingers lightly grazing her back.
Alright, you win, he murmured, his voice dropping to a teasing whisper.
Maybe it was a bit of a show.
But you did enjoy it, didnt you? She glared at him.
This wasnt the Lyndon she had prepared to meet.
Wasnt he supposed to be the distant CEO? Now he was acting like sinfatuated teen, leaning in too close and making suggestive moves.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmShe shoved him back, her expression unyielding.
Im not here to perform, she snapped.
I dont need to play any role or put on a show for anyone.
Lyndons smile widened, his eyes dancing with mischief. Lifes just one big show, Tilda.
How about you pick the role of being my wife? Tilda sneered, recalling the scene at the lobby.
So, my role is to be the plain, boring wife? Are you trying to set the stage g to set it for an affair down the line? Lyndon couldn't hold back his laughter this time, the sound rich and genuine. Youre giving yourself too little credit.
Plain? Boring? Have you seen yourself? That woman glowing with confidence at the dinner earlier-was that your plain side? Tilda faltered for a moment, caught off guard by the compliment. But then she caught the teasing glint in his eyes, and her annoyance flared again.
Youre way more imaginative and shrewd in your thinking, she said, shaking her head in exasperation. Lyndon stepped even closer, his voice dropping to a murmur as his eyes locked on hers. Doesnt that make us perfect for each other? mmMwWLlilofiflo&1 mmMwWLlilofiflo&1 mmMwWLlilofiflo&1 mmMwWLlilofiflo&1 mmMwWLliIofifl0&1 mmMwWLlilofiflo&1
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