GoodNovelChapter 2262 The cemetery guard emerged from his hut, shining a flashlight towards her.
Tilda shielded her eyes.
"Hello, is anyone else in the cemetery?" The guard, a man in his fifties, adjusted the light upon realizing it was a woman.
"There's a young man inside," he replied.
Tilda lowered her hand.
"Is he handsome?" The guard nodded.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"Yes, he comes here every year on this day, stays the night, and leaves the next day.
Very few stayed overnight, so he remembered Lyndon distinctly.
Staying in the cemetery overnight was not permitted, but Lyndon always gave him a generous tip, prompting him to turn a blind eye.
"And can I go in and find him?" Tilda asked.
"Sure.
"The guard stepped aside, curious.
"Miss, who are you to him Tilda pulled her coat closer.
"I'm his wife.
"Are you? But didn't he say his wife had passed away?" the guard blurted out.
Tilda's fingers curled.
So in Lyndon's mind, Rosanna was his wife? "Well, never mind what I said.
You must be his second wife, right? Go on in.
I think he is wasted again tonight.
Your husband seems quite fond of his first wife.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmThe guard realized his words were inappropriate and promptly apologized.
Tilda smiled, saying nothing as she followed the guard into the cemetery.
The night was cold and silent, and their footsteps echoed eerily on the quiet path.
Tilda wrapped her coat tightly around herself, her eyes scanning the m tombstones ing tombstones for Lyndon. The guard's presence was comforting, making the eerie walk less intimidating.
Alone, she would have felt much more vulnerable.
"He's over there," the guard said, his flashlight beam landing ona om tombstone.
Tilda followed the light and saw a man leaning against the tombstone with his back to her. It had to be Lyndon.
He actually slept here in the freezing, snowy night.
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