My Bossy CEO Husband

It took a moment for them to adjust to the dimness.

He raised a hand, wiping away the tears that clung to his lashes, trying to steady himself.

The memory replayed in his mind, a bitter taste Lingering.

A sardonic laugh escaped his lips.

“Lyndon, you useless fool,” he muttered to himself.

“Needing women to save you time and again.

Pathetic…

Silence enveloped him, broken only by the faint thumping of his own heart.

It echoed in his ears, a relentless beat.

Why did Tilda take the stab for him?

Was it love?

Lyndon pursed his lips, a flicker of something unreadable crossing his handsome features.

In the emergency room, the doctor carefully cut open Tilda’s white undershirt to get access to her wound.

Thankfully, it was winter, and despite Tilda only wearing an undershirt without a coat, the fabric wasn’t overly thin.

The scissors Evita used weren’t sharp, so even though Tilda had been stabbed, the wound wasn’t very deep.

Nonetheless, it required stitching.

The doctor administered anesthesia and began the procedure.

“After the anesthesia wears off, you might feel some discomfort.

If it becomes painful at home, you can take painkillers,” the doctor advised, tidying up the medical tools.

“Thank you,” Tilda responded, sitting up on the examination bed.

“I probably won’t need painkillers.

It’s a small wound; I can manage.

”

The doctor organized her equipment with a smile.

“Mr.

Fernandez mentioned you’re sensitive to pain.This is property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

He seemed very concerned about you.

He must love you deeply.

”

Lyndon loved her?

The doctor’s words seemed flattering but improbable.

Lyndon couldn’t possibly love her; his concern stemmed from her protection of him.

“I believe Mr.

Fernandez has moved forward from the pain of losing Rosa.

I’m genuinely happy for him,” the doctor said as she finished organizing her equipment.

She and Rosanna had been college classmates, and she had been a witness to the romantic relationship developing between Lyndon and Rosanna.