My Bossy CEO Husband by Symon Diller

Chapter 2270

It appeared that he had mistaken Tilda for Rosanna due to his intoxication.

A bitter smile crossed his lips.

Glancing at Tilda, he noticed a basin and a bottle of alcohol on the bedside table, items used to lower one’s fever.

He realized he must have had a fever last night.

Did Tilda bring him back from the cemetery?

He pondered that she must have suppressed her dislike for him, even if just for one night, to take care of him.

Lyndon’s gaze softened as he looked at the sleeping Tilda.

He couldn’t remember the last time someone had taken care of him like this.

passed away, he had indulged himself in self-destructive behavior on this day every year, letting the cold night air pierce

only way to alleviate his

closed his eyes for a

he lifted the quilt and got out

the edge of the bed, he bent down, carefully picked her up,

Tilda’s eyelashes fluttered, as if she was

softly patted her and cooed to help her drift back to sleep, just as he did

settled, her breathing

face for a while before leaving

darkness outside had been replaced

warm winter sun rose slowly, ushering in a

the bed, Tilda gradually

her thoughts, she looked around and suddenly

This was Lyndon’s room.