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.

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

this had gone

declared in a firm tone, “Elma, you’re jumping

and I didn’t do anything,

what were you

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

reply only made Elma

“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 as she wondered, “Wait,

impotent? That can’t

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

shade of red and her head

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

not the least bit

to Lyndon who was still busy playing with Sheldon

and Lyndon were still sleeping

given Tilda’s condition, he should shower her with extra attention and devotion, making sure she felt pampered and

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