My Bossy CEO Husband

Where had it come from? Could he have met another woman just now? Had there been any physical intimacy? Lost in her thoughts, Tilda was brought back to reality as Lyndon emerged from the bathroom, having washed his hands.

She eyed him briefly, then calmly replaced the coat, straightened herself, and resumed applying her body lotion.

Lyndon approached, rolled up his sleeves, and sat beside her.

He inquired, Did you apply it on your back? No.

Let me help.

Lyndon took the lotion from her, and she obligingly lay down on the sofa, removed her robe, and rested her chin on her hands crossed beneath her head. Lyndons warm, dry fingers grazed Tildas soft skin, the lotion slowly disappearing as he massaged it in, each stroke careful and deliberate.

As he worked, a gentle warmth bloomed in her chest, an unfamiliar stirring she couldnt quite name.

Her gaze drifted to the mans coat draped over the sofa.

Breaking the quiet, she asked, You still havent told me where you went just now.

Lyndons hands lingered on her skin, but his mind had wandered elsewhere.noveldrama

At her words, he blinked and returned to the moment.

Tilda blinked in surprise, her head tilting as curiosity flared.

What happened? Lyndons fingers stilled for a moment.

You remember Rita? Ive mentioned her before.

Tilda nodded after a brief pause, piecing together the memory.

Yes, I do. She was being hunted down by loan sharks at the club.

I couldnt just stand by.

During the argument, one of them tried to hit me, but she jumped in the way.

She took the blow instead, so I brought her to the hospital.

Lyndon laid it all out, not holding back a single detail.

Tildas expression shifted, her thoughts swirling behind her eyes.

So that was what happened!