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.

so Sheldon can have a sibling as soon

this had gone on long

at Elma and declared in a firm

didn’t

what were you doing upstairs for

“I was sleeping, and he

reply only made Elma furrowed her

“Mr.

you company? In

“Yes.

“Nothing else?”

“Yes!”

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shifted to the man lounging in the living room, her voice trailing off as she wondered, “Wait,

That can’t

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

even deeper shade of red and her

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

laughing, not the least bit cowed

still busy playing with Sheldon and

still sleeping in separate

later that, given Tilda’s condition, he should shower her

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