Gazing at his impassive face, Tilda felt a strange sense of dejection.


    This wasn’t how it was supposed to be.


    They had a passionate night, didn’t they? Shouldn’t he have something to say?


    Why was he so indifferent?


    “So, aboutst night.


    ”


    “My assistant has dealt with the person who set you and Keanu up,”


    Lyndon interrupted calmly.


    Tilda’s eyes widened in surprise.


    “Who was it?”


    “Evita.


    Scarlet orchestrated it all.


    She wanted to force a divorce by making you cheat.


    ”


    Tilda finally understood the whole incident inside out, leading her to consider Scarlet and Evita as truly despicable.


    She pursed her lips, stealing a nce at him.


    “What happened to Evita?”


    Lyndon averted his gaze, picking up his phone and pulling up a news article.


    “See for yourself,” he offered.


    Tilda took the phone, her eyes scanning the briefing: “A wealthy youngdy was found disheveled on a street corner, appearing to have sex with a homeless man while intoxicated.


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    Below, a picture clearly showed Evita.


    After reading, Tilda looked up at Lyndon.


    “You did this?”


    “Yes,” he confirmed simply.


    Silence descended once more.


    Tilda ced the phone down, her eyes lingering on his emotionless face.


    She bit her Lip.


    “Thank you for yesterday,” she finally said.


    “Like I said, we’re a couple.


    No need for formalities.


    But…” he trailed off, his gaze zooming in on her.


    “But what?”


    Lyndon held her stare for a beat, then looked away again.


    “Nothing.


    ”


    Why was he hesitating?


    Tilda frowned.


    “Lyndon, just say it! Don’t leave me hanging.


    ”