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.

this day every year, letting the

be the only way

closed his eyes for a

he lifted the quilt and got

he bent down, carefully picked her up, and

fluttered, as if she was

cooed to help her drift back to

soon settled, her breathing becoming even once

her peaceful face for a while before leaving

replaced

slowly, ushering

the bed, Tilda

she looked around and suddenly sat

This was Lyndon’s room.