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.

day every year, letting the cold night air

to be the only

his eyes

clear, he lifted

bent down, carefully picked

fluttered, as if she was

her drift back to sleep, just as he did

settled, her breathing

peaceful face for a while before

been replaced by the

sun rose slowly,

the bed, Tilda

gathered her thoughts, she

This was Lyndon’s room.