NovelEnglishChapter 2517 Lyndon's skin was so hot that it was akin to a furnace.
For sreason, the heat made her heart race.
In that moment, Tilda decided to abandon the idea of turning over and simply sat up in bed.
However, as she sprang up the bed in a sudden burst of energy, Lyndon happened to lean over to get a look at her face.
A small thud rent the air as their bodies collided.
"Ouch!" They both yelled at the stime.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtTilda placed a protective palm over her head, her eyes scrunched up in pain while Lyndon covered his nose.
Their eyes locked with each other's.
Tilda's head didn't hurt that much, but she knew that Lyndon had to be in pain.
For in that moment, Tilda saw his eyes turn red, and there was a faint shimmer of tears in his eyes. AngelasLibrary She couldn't help but feel amused and guilty at the stime.
She coughed and cleared her throat.
"Hey, um, are you okay? You can't blme for this.
You climbed into my bed without permission.
Even though they were married, they were only intimate once.
Apart from that particular night when Evita set her up and she ended up spending the night with Lyndon, they had not shared a bed again.
Normally, they slept in separate rooms and did not interfere with each other's private Lives.
Lyndon couldn't help but feel speechless as he rubbed his sore nose.
"Don't misunderstand my good intentions.
I only climbed into your bed to help you sleep more comfortably.
" Stunned, Tilda could only gape at him in silence.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmThe wound was on her shoulder.
Did that mean he acted as a pillow to prevent her from touching the wound as she slept? Her heart melted at his thoughtful gesture.
When she saw that Lyndon was searching for tissues, she quicklyn pulled out a few and moved closer to help him wipe the tears on his face. However, her sudden movement caused her to pull at her wound.
She stilled suddenly, hissing in pain as her face contorted.
"I'll do it myself.
You sit still," Lyndon murmured and took the tissues from her hand.
Tilda hummed her assent and sat back obediently, watching as he tilted his head back and wiped his eyes.
Lyndon's attire consisted of a crisp, impeccably tailored white shirt, it's top two buttons tastefully undone, affording a glimpse of his skin.
His shirt sleeves were casually pushed up, revealing his forearms, which were marked by a subtle tracery of veins beneath smooth, unblemished skin.
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