Casper looked confused as he asked, "Ingredients? What do you need them for?"

"My wife plans to prepare lunch today," Lyndon explained.

Casper stole a quick glance at Tilda, his surprise evident on his face.

He had always viewed Tilda as someone too refined to bother with kitchen duties. The revelation that she could actually cook was unexpected.

"So, what should I buy?" he asked.

Lyndon wrote down a list Tilda had earlier recited, handed the sticky note to Casper, and instructed, "Just stick to this list."

Examining the note, Casper asked, "Is this for pasta?" "Yes, that's right," said Lyndon, giving a small nod. A flicker of disbelief crossed Casper's eyes.

His assumptions about Tilda's culinary ambitions had been too grand.

He had imagined her bustling around the kitchen, putting together a grand lunch. Instead, all she made was a simple plate of pasta!

"Is there anything else I should know before I leave?"

"No, that's it," Lyndon responded.

With the list in hand, Casper departed. Rita's gaze shifted. "Lyndon, I should be going too."

Without a glance, Lyndon's silence signaled his consent.

After the two of them had left, Lyndon shifted his attention to Tilda. She sat there calmly, taking slow sips of her coffee, her mind clearly somewhere else.

He made his way over to her, settled into the seat at her side, and gently slipped an arm around her shoulders. "Tell me what's on your mind," he said.

Setting down her coffee, Tilda replied thoughtfully, "I'm curious about Rita's sudden visit."

"She just revealed that she came over to have lunch with Casper," said Lyndon.

Tilda looked at him from the corner of her eye, a faint, knowing smile playing on her lips. "How come it feels like she only said that so she'd have a reason to see you?"

Lyndon chuckled softly, a playful glimmer in his eyes. "Honey, being jealous doesn't look good on you."

Tilda scoffed, crossing her arms. "I'm not jealous in the slightest. I just find it repulsive, that's all."

She refused to believe that Rita had no idea about Rosie's scheme to trap Keanu.

Rosie wasn't exactly sharp-witted — it was obvious that Rita had been the one pulling the strings.

The thought of Rita, with her fake innocence, left a bitter taste in Tilda's mouth.

"Well then," Lyndon teased, "should I ban Rita from entering the company?"