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Chapter 2261 "Maybe he's busy with work," she replied, trying to sound unconcerned.
Lyndon was consistently occupied with his work.
Perhaps he had immersed himself back into it after mourning Rosanna at the cemetery.
"Why don't you give him a call?" Elma suggested after hesitating for a moment.
"It's okay.
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Elma opened her mouth but said nothing, retreating to her room.
She had prepared ssoup for Lyndon, but it appeared he wouldn't be drinking it tonight since he hadn't returned.
Tilda went upstairs to take a shower.
After drying her hair, she went downstairs for a glass of water.
The house was eerily quiet, and Lyndon still hadn't cback.
Outside, the moon shone brightly in the clear sky.
As she sipped her water, Tilda gazed out the window, her thoughts drifting to Lyndon.
She knew Lyndon and Rosanna had deeply loved each other.
Was Lyndon buried in work, or still mourning Rosanna? After a moment's contemplation, Tilda picked up her phone and dialed Lyndon's number.
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Tilda frowned.
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Had he switched it off deliberately? Or was it out of battery? Recalling Lyndon's words about needing to be alone, a flicker of worry crossed Tilda's face.
Was he still alone at Rosanna's grave?
Staring at the moonlit sky, she bit her lip and decided to go find him. It was bitterly cold outside.
If Lyndon was at the cemetery in this weather, he could could e literally freeze to death. Tilda hurried upstairs to change, then drove straight to the cemetery.
She parked near the entrance and night,m stepped out into the chily night, into ve wrapping her coat tightly around her.
"Who's there?"