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 him like the

be the only way

closed his eyes for a

clear, he lifted

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

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

help her drift back to sleep, just as he did with

her breathing becoming even once

for a while

been replaced by

slowly, ushering

the bed, Tilda gradually

she gathered her thoughts, she looked around and suddenly sat

This was Lyndon’s room.