But just now, she definitely heard him take the mischievous approach.


    It waspletely out of character for him.


    Was this still the man she always knew?


    Lyndon’s gaze lingered on Tilda’s blushing face, a yful smile flickering in his eyes.


    “I find the doctor’s advice a bit suspect, suggesting such intimate activities during the day for someone as refined as you.


    It’s hardly appropriate.


    Wouldn’t you say?”


    Tilda, her beautiful eyes wide, managed a flustered response.


    “I’m d you recognize that.


    Now please, I’d like to rest for a bit.


    ”


    Raising an eyebrow, Lyndon teased, “Are you certain you’ll manage to sleep without me here?”


    Tilda countered, her voice tinged with feigned annoyance, “Why wouldn’t I be able to sleep?”


    Lyndon’s eyes sparkled mischievously as he replied, “Because.


    you need me.


    ”


    Caught off guard by his implication, Tilda felt her cheeks warm with a blush.


    “That’s not true at all!”


    “Ah, but it is,” Lyndon insisted softly before suddenly lifting her in his arms.


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    Startled, Tilda protested, “Lyndon, put me down! This isn’t the time for your antics.


    ”


    He gentlyid her on the bed, making sure she wasfortably on her side to avoid any pressure on her wound.


    His tone was teasing, yet his actions were careful.


    “You said you wanted to rest, right? I’m merely helping.


    Or perhaps you were hoping for something more… adventurous?”


    Embarrassed, Tilda hastily grabbed the nket to cover herself, inadvertently pulling at her wound, which made her wince in pain.


    Lyndon’s yful expression quickly shifted to one of concern.


    “Careful, try to stay still,” he advised.Belongs to ? n0velDrama.Org.


    Frustrated, Tilda shot back, “You’re the reason I moved in the first ce!”


    “Fair point, my apologies,” Lyndon conceded with a slight bow of his head.


    Tilda eyed him skeptically.


    “Apologies? And how exactly do you n to make it up to me?”


    With a thoughtful tilt of his head, Lyndon asked, “I remember Sheldon saying you enjoy reading.


    What’s your current favorite?”


    Confused by his sudden change of subject, Tilda blinked slowly.


    Lyndon, noticing the collection of essays on her bedside, picked it up.


    “Is this what you’re reading?”