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.

away, he had indulged himself in self-destructive behavior on this day every

be the only way to

closed his eyes

became clear, he lifted the

he bent down, carefully picked

his gentle movements, Tilda’s eyelashes fluttered, as if she was about to

help her drift back to

soon settled, her breathing becoming even once

peaceful face for a while before leaving the

darkness outside had been replaced by

sun rose slowly,

the bed, Tilda gradually woke

she gathered her thoughts, she looked around and suddenly sat

This was Lyndon’s room.

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