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.

systems so Sheldon can

gone on long

and declared in a firm

I didn’t do

blurted out, “Then what were you

“I was sleeping, and he stayed

only made Elma

“Mr.

you company?

“Yes.

“Nothing else?”

“Yes!”

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

That

looks like a virile young man; he can’t have such a problem! It must be because you’re injured so he was

of red and her head was close to

continue to jump to conclusions, I swear I’ll stop discussing anything with you!” Tilda pouted,

burst out laughing, not the least bit cowed by

busy

Lyndon were still sleeping in separate

condition, he should shower her

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