“Yes, that’s the one,” Tilda confirmed, her tone softening.


    Lyndon settled beside her on the bed and began flipping through the book, a quietpanion in the dimly lit room.


    Lyndon quietly announced, “You can close your eyes for some rest, and I’ll read to you.


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    Tilda looked at him, a trace of amusement in her eyes.


    Really?


    Lyndon wanted to read essays to her, just as she read bedtime stories to Sheldon?


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    “Would that be okay?” Lyndon asked, his tone soft.


    Tilda bit her lip, slightly amused by his unconventional apology.


    “I suppose that’ll do.


    ”


    Noticing her sses still perched on her nose, Lyndon reached over gently and removed them.


    “Close your eyes,” he instructed tenderly.


    Tilda hesitated, but the reassuring warmth in his voice coaxed her eyelids shut.


    As she listened to his voice, rich and soothing, he began to read from the essays.


    “The moment I met you, my world copsed.


    Your soft voice lingered by my ear, and I have been lost ever since, with no way back…”


    The words resonated deeply with Tilda, mirroring the turmoil in her heart ever since their paths had crossed.


    From the moment she met him, she had been lost ever since.


    Lyndon continued reading, his voice a calm presence in the quiet room.


    Tilda’s breathing slowed, the gentle cadence of his reading Lulling her into a peaceful sleep.


    Watching her rx more deeply, Lyndon smiled gently and tenderly brushed a strand of hair from her face.


    As she shifted slightly in her sleep, appearing somewhat ufortable, Lyndon instinctively supported her back with one hand while he reached for a pillow with the other.


    Carefully, he positioned it behind her, providing support so she wouldn’t turn onto her back.


    Tilda stirred just a fraction, her eyshes fluttering lightly, yet she remained asleep.


    Satisfied that she wasfortable, Lyndon adjusted the pillow once more when it began to slip, his brow furrowing in slight concern.


    Realizing he might need to maintain this position for a while, Lyndon pondered his options.


    With a soft sigh, he decided to join her on the bed to ensure herfort.


    He quietly removed his outer clothing, being careful not to disturb her, and then slipped into the bed beside her.


    Tilda’s sleep was restless.