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.

need to fuel up and recharge your systems so Sheldon can

had gone on

at Elma and declared in a firm tone, “Elma, you’re

I didn’t do

out, “Then what were you

and explained, “I was sleeping, and he

Tilda’s reply only made Elma furrowed her brows

“Mr.

company? In your

“Yes.

“Nothing else?”

“Yes!”

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gaze shifted to the man lounging in the living room, her voice trailing off

That can’t

looks like a virile young man; he can’t have such a problem!

even deeper shade of red

you continue to jump to conclusions, I swear I’ll stop discussing

laughing, not the least bit cowed by Tilda’s

who was still busy

still

condition, he

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