A pungent aroma wafted through the air, prompting Tilda to look at the stove.

“Elma, what are you cooking? It’s about to burn.

Elma’s eyes went wide and she quickly turned to the stove.

“Oh, my braised lamb!”

Braised lamb?

The pungent aroma of lamb that permeated the air suddenly made sense.

Tilda frowned at Elma.

Elma, why are you making this? Sheldon and I don’t enjoy eating it.

Elma dished the tender and flavorful braised lamb, expertly cooked to near perfection.

“This dish isn’t for you and Sheldon.

I cooked it to nourish Mr.

Fernandez.

You and Sheldon can have the chicken soup.

Both you and Mr.

to fuel up and recharge your systems so Sheldon can have a sibling as soon as

gone

in a firm

I didn’t do anything,

out, “Then what were you doing upstairs for so

grimaced and explained, “I was sleeping, and

Tilda’s reply only made Elma furrowed her brows even

“Mr.

kept you company?

“Yes.

“Nothing else?”

“Yes!”

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the man lounging in the living room, her voice trailing

impotent? That can’t

like a virile young man; he can’t have such a problem! It must be

of red and

swear I’ll stop discussing

out laughing, not the least bit cowed

Lyndon who was still busy playing with Sheldon and her laughter petered

were still sleeping in separate

made a mental note to discreetly suggest to Lyndon later that, given Tilda’s condition, he should shower her with extra attention and devotion, making sure she felt

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