The restaurant actually produced antiseptic wipes and gauze. Once Tyler finished bandaging Eleanor's finger, he returned to his seat quickly.
He genuinely couldn't explain why he'd gotten that worked up over her like something had hijacked his own reaction.
And he'd done it right in front of Julian, no less.
Julian might not love Eleanor anymore, but legally, she was still his wife.
Tyler went quiet, embarrassed, and buried himself in his lobster to avoid thinking about it further.
Cassandra let out a quiet breath of relief watching Tyler drop the subject and stay silent toward Eleanor.
She didn't need to like Tyler. She needed Tyler to like her.
Falling for someone else was fine, within limits. As long as that someone wasn't Eleanor.
In Cassandra's eyes, Eleanor existed for exactl
