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 cold night air pierce

seemed to be the only

his eyes for a

slowly became clear, he lifted the quilt and got out of

of the bed, he bent down, carefully picked her

as if she was

cooed to help her drift back to sleep, just as he

settled, her breathing becoming

peaceful face for a

replaced by

rose slowly, ushering in

the bed, Tilda gradually

her thoughts, she looked around and suddenly

This was Lyndon’s room.