Keanu fought back the sting of humiliation rising within him. He looked up, his expression simmering.

“Lyndon, stop flaunting yourself in front of me. Everything you have now was handed to you by your parents, wasn't it? Without them, do you honestly believe you could have married Tilda? Yes, I may just be an ordinary person with a simple background, but Tilda and I shared something you'll never understand—a time that was beautiful, unforgettable. We were each other's first love, a memory that Lasts a lifetime. I was the one who first held her hand, who wrapped her in her first embrace, who tasted her first kiss. That alone gives me something you'll never have!"

Lyndon glared at Keanu, his expression darkening as he remained silent, exuding a menacing aura.

Keanu held his ground, refusing to flinch under Lyndon's gaze-until he noticed the faint marks on Lyndon's neck and paused.

Realizing Keanu had spotted the love bites, Lyndon suppressed his anger, a smirk crossing his lips as he deliberately adjusted his collar to reveal them further.

"You're right. I wasn't Tilda's first love. But life is long, and I'll be there for her from this moment on. For the rest of her days, she'll be with me. Every morning, we'll wake in each other's arms, sharing warm embraces. Every night, we'll find happiness together, falling deeper in love. And these are things you can never be part of. Tell me, Keanu, are you still holding out hope she'll leave me? Then keep waiting. But I'm certain you'll go to your grave filled with regret, because you'll never have what you desire."

Lyndon's words were laced with arrogance, his powerful presence wholly overwhelming.

Keanu's face flushed with anger, and he clenched his fists tightly.

He didn't know Lyndon well; they'd had only limited interaction.

But he'd gathered enough from their last encounter to recognize Lyndon's sharp tongue, and this time, he felt its sting even more.

He tried to keep his frustration at bay. "I'll wait. After all, no one can predict the outcome until the very end, right?"

Lyndon raised an eyebrow, nodding with a hint of approval. "I admire your courage."

"Can we sign the contract now?" Keanu asked, eager to end the conversation before his heart endured another blow.

"Pen," Lyndon replied, extending his hand.

Before Keanu could hand him the pen, Lyndon's phone alarm went off.

Lyndon glanced at it, silencing the sound before making a quick call.

His expression softened as the call connected.

“Honey, are you awake? It's already half-past one."

"Got it."

A soft, slightly drowsy voice echoed over the phone.

Lyndon smiled faintly and hung up, placing his phone back on the table.

The moment Lyndon referred to the person on the other end of the phone as “honey,” Keanu's expression shifted.

Could it be Tilda on the other end?

Was she sleeping?