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.

on this day every year, letting the cold night air pierce him like the

seemed to be the only way to

his eyes for a

clear, he lifted the

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

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

and cooed to help her drift back to sleep,

settled, her breathing

face for a while

replaced by the bright morning

winter sun rose slowly, ushering in a new

bed, Tilda gradually woke

gathered her thoughts, she looked around and suddenly sat

This was Lyndon’s room.