Chapter 2267

“WELL do,” Tilda replied.

Then she accompanied Elma downstairs.

Elma went into her room, and Tilda headed to the kitchen, searching for ingredients to make some hangover soup.

Once the soup was ready, she poured a bowl and took it up to Lyndon’s room.

Lyndon was sleeping soundly on the large bed.

Tilda walked over to the bedside and placed the bowl on the nightstand.

Her eyes lingered on his face, noting the discomfort etched in his furrowed brow.

Leaning down, she gently called, “Lyndon, wake up and drink some hangover soup.

Lyndon didn’t stir.

and repeated, “Lyndon, did you hear me? Get up and drink some

You’ll feel better.

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eyelashes fluttered, his eyes moving behind closed lids before

awake, she asked,

her with bleary, unfocused eyes, not saying a

the soft light, the man, usually so distant and composed, seemed almost vulnerable, reminding her

Her expression softened involuntarily.

Do you need help sitting up?” she asked

time, Lyndon frowned and mumbled,

Uncomfortable?

you going to

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