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.

on this day every year, letting

be the only way

his eyes for

clear, he lifted the quilt and got out of

he bent down, carefully picked her

gentle movements, Tilda’s eyelashes fluttered, as if

her and cooed to help her drift back to sleep,

settled, her breathing becoming

for a while before leaving the

been replaced

rose slowly, ushering in

bed, Tilda gradually woke

she gathered her thoughts, she looked around

This was Lyndon’s room.

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