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.

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

this had gone on long

at Elma and declared in a

didn’t

Elma blurted out, “Then what were you doing upstairs for so

and explained, “I was sleeping, and he stayed with

being appeased, Tilda’s reply only

“Mr.

you company?

“Yes.

“Nothing else?”

“Yes!”

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to the man lounging in the living room, her

impotent? That

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

an even deeper shade of red and her head was close to

I swear I’ll stop discussing anything with you!” Tilda pouted, glaring

out laughing, not the least bit cowed

was still busy playing

and Lyndon were still sleeping in separate

a mental note to discreetly suggest to Lyndon later that, given Tilda’s condition, he should shower

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