Tilda laughed softly, her voice teasing. "What, are you planning to set your work aside and stick with me? It seems you're so devoted to me. Is my charm really. that irresistible?"

Lyndon raised an eyebrow, his grin widening. "A bit full of yourself, aren't you?"

Tilda tilted her chin up defiantly. "What, you don't think so?"

His gaze darkened, and he leaned in again, his voice low and enticing.

"Well, I do fall head over heels for you. Sweetheart, if you'd be more passionate in bed, I'd be thrilled."

Tilda shot him a dramatic eye roll. "I'm afraid I can't."

Lyndon chuckled, his eyes glimmering with amusement. "No worries. I'll take my time to guide you."

His lips met hers again — tender yet demanding.

Tilda found herself growing light-headed under his touch, her limbs turning weak.

Before she realized it, he had lifted her onto the countertop, his hands framing her waist as he deepened the kiss.

In that moment, Casper and Rita returned from their grocery shopping. They stood in the doorway, wide-eyed, holding bags of groceries.

Tilda's clothes were in disarray, and her almond-shaped eyes, tinged with a lingering allure, hinted at the remnants of passion.

Lyndon's once neatly tucked shirt was now loose, hanging carelessly from his trousers, giving him a roguish charm that made him seem far less composed than usual.

Rita's smile stiffened, her eyes darkening with jealousy.

Beside her, Casper knitted his brows before looking away, a flicker of embarrassment crossing his face.

He cleared his throat and tapped on the open kitchen door. "Mr. Fernandez, I brought the groceries."

They were husband and wife, but this was still a workplace, wasn't it?

They should have exercised more restraint.

Lyndon, usually reserved and dignified, now appeared utterly different-relaxed, unguarded.

Tilda must have him completely under her spell to make him behave this way.

Casper's thoughts drifted back to earlier, when Tilda had effortlessly convinced Lyndon to send him away from his side. The more he thought about it, the more frustrated he felt.

If this continued, she might have Lyndon wrapped around her finger, quietly pulling the strings from the shadows.

Hearing Casper's voice, Tilda snapped back to reality and quickly pushed Lyndon away, embarrassment flickering in her eyes.

Getting caught sharing a kiss in broad daylight— how mortifying!