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.

in self-destructive behavior on this day every

the only way to alleviate his

eyes for a

slowly became clear, he lifted the quilt and got out

bent down, carefully picked her up,

as if she

help her drift back

her breathing

watched her peaceful face for a while before

had been replaced by the bright morning

rose slowly, ushering in a new

bed, Tilda gradually woke

she gathered her thoughts, she looked around and suddenly

This was Lyndon’s room.