Suddenly, Tilda snapped out of her reverie.


    Feeling Lyndon’s hand slipping into her pajamas, she grew pale and attempted to push him away.


    At that moment, the wallmp illuminated, apanied by a voice.


    “Who’s there?”


    Startled, Tilda ceased pushing.


    Lyndon abruptlyposed himself.


    He released her quickly and swiftly positioned himself in front of Tilda to shield her.


    “It’s me, Elma.


    ”


    Elma approached slowly, still half-asleep.


    “Oh, it’s you.N?velDrama.Org ? 2024.


    Why didn’t you switch on the light?”


    “I just came down for some water.


    I’ll head back to my room soon, so I didn’t bother with the light.


    ”


    Lyndon was still catching his breath, his voice slightly hoarse.


    Hiding behind him, Tilda hastily buttoned up her pajamas, her cheeks flushed.


    What had just happened to her?


    Why had she reacted so impulsively?


    Had something she had eaten caused this?


    Suddenly, she recalled the soup Elma had served them for dinner.


    There must have been something wrong with the soup!


    It seemed Elma had yed a prank with them.


    “Oh,ing downstairs for water? Was the soup I made too salty?”


    Elma inquired.


    Suddenly, she was no longer sleepy, as she caught sight of a person hiding behind Lyndon.


    It had to be Tilda.


    They must have been up to something downstairs just now.


    She regretteding out and interrupting them.