As she reached the stairway, she heard a faint rustling sounding from the Living room below.


    Tilda tensed up, bing hyper-alert.


    She had read countless stories about how the New Year period saw a spike in burries.


    Though the security here was usually tight, the vi’s remote location made it an easy target.


    Biting her red lips, Tilda descended the stairs quietly, grabbing a crystal ornament as a makeshift weapon.


    Thete-night sky was clear, the moon casting a faint glow through the windows.


    In the dim light, she saw a figure bent over, seemingly searching for something.


    Tilda knew she had to act quickly.


    Swallowing hard, she raised the crystal ornament, ready to strike, and shouted, “Thief!”


    The figure reacted swiftly, dodging her attack.


    The crystal ornament grazed his arm.


    The “thief” frowned and then grabbed Tilda’s wrist, pulling her into a firm hold.


    “It’s me.


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    Hearing the familiar voice, Tilda stopped struggling.


    “Lyndon?”


    He nodded, a hint of annoyance in his tone.


    “Yes, it’s me.


    Did you really think I was a thief?”


    Tilda smiled awkwardly.


    “Why didn’t you turn on the light if you wereing downstairs in the middle of the night?”


    Lyndon paused for a moment before replying, “You didn’t either.


    ”


    Tilda was momentarily speechless.


    He had a point.


    She hadn’t turned on the light because she had heard noises.


    As she processed this, Tilda realized she was still in Lyndon’s arms.


    In the dim moonlight, now she could make out his handsome face and bright eyes.


    Tilda’s heart raced, thumping wildly against her chest.


    She raised her head, staring up at him.


    His scent, a mix of mint and something uniquely his, made her mouth dry.


    She swallowed hard, her breath catching.