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Chapter 2270 It appeared that he had mistaken Tilda for Rosanna due to his intoxication.
A bitter smile crossed his lips.
Glancing at Tilda, he noticed a basin and a bottle of alcohol on the bedside table, items used to lower one's fever.
He realized he must have had a fever last night.
Did Tilda bring him back from the cemetery? He pondered that she must have suppressed her dislike for him, even if just for one night, to take care of him.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtLyndon's gaze softened as he looked at the sleeping Tilda.
He couldn't remember the last tsomeone had taken care of him like this.
Since Rosanna passed away, he had indulged himself in self-destructive behavior on this day every year, letting the cold night air pierce him like the grief in his heart.
It seemed to be the only way to alleviate his pain.
Lyndon closed his eyes for a moment.
When his thoughts slowly becclear, he lifted the quilt and got out of bed.
Seeing Tilda leaning her head on the edge of the bed, he bent down, carefully picked her up, and gently laid her on the bed.
Despite his gentle movements, Tilda's eyelashes fluttered, as if she was about to wake up. Lyndon softly patted her and cooed to help her drift back to sleep, just as he did with Sheldon.
She soon settled, her breathing becoming even once more.
Lyndon watched her peaceful face for a while before leaving the room quietly.
The darkness outside had been replaced by the bright morning light.
The warm winter sun rose slowly, ushering in a new day.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmOn the bed, Tilda gradually woke up.
As she gathered her thoughts, she looked around and suddenly sat up.
This was Lyndon's room.
Why was she in his bed?
She remembered that Lyndon had a fever last night, and she had been trying to reduce his temperature.
She must have fallen asleep at the edge of the bed after his fever m subsided The content is on e novelenglish.net!
Worried he might get sick again, she had decided to stay a while longer, but exhaustion had taken over. Did he carry her to the bed?
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