Lyndon had to keep the apology to himself.


    Observing the hastening departure of Tilda, he swallowed hard and drew a deep breath.


    It appeared that the atmosphere retained her pleasant scent.


    Lyndon cast his gaze downward.


    He had no alternative but to return to his room and take a chilly shower.


    In her room, Elma listened to their conversation with her ear against the door.


    Outside was silent, suggesting they should ascend.


    She straightened slowly and smiled.


    She assumed that they must be sharing intimate moments and couldn’t help but feel proud of herself.


    The next day, Tilda, who had a restless night, rose with dark circles under her eyes.


    Upon opening the door, she spotted Lyndon emerging from his room.


    d in a dark gray robe, he appeared less haughty and more rxed.


    Recalling the kiss from the previous night, Tilda felt her heart skip a beat.


    Seeing Lyndon looking at her, Tilda quickly lowered her eyes and mumbled, “Good morning.


    ”


    She hurried downstairs like a frightened rabbit.


    Lyndon was about to respond but watched her leave instead.


    He scratched his head, bemused.


    Did he scare herst night?


    He couldn’t help but remember the previous night’s events.


    She hadn’t exactly pushed him away.


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    Downstairs, Tilda exhaled deeply and entered the kitchen.


    “Tilda, good morning.


    Did you sleep wellst night?” Elma asked cheerfully, busy with breakfast.


    Thinking ofst night, Tilda rolled her eyes.


    “Elma, what did you put in the soupst night?”


    “Nothing special.


    Just some medicinal herbs,” Elma replied calmly.


    “Elma, don’t do that again, or I won’t speak to you,” Tilda said through gritted teeth.


    Elma chuckled, not taking her words seriously.