They were enjoying each otherâs company.
âYes, it was a bit salty,â Lyndon reflected aloud.
What happened to him tonight must be related to the soup.
Just now, he went downstairs to get water and check the medical kit for tranquilizers.
He didnât expect Tilda to mistake him for a thief when she also came downstairs.
If Elma hadnât suddenly appeared, he might have already been intimate with her.
A lingering sweetness of Tildaâs taste remained on his lips.
Lyndon took a deep breath, feeling his body heat up once more.
âOh, I must have added too much salt to the soup.
I apologize for that.
â Elma smiled as she apologized.
In truth, she didnât mean it and felt a bit proud.
âYou two can continue.
Iâm going back to my room to sleep.
â
Tilda caught the words âyou two.
â
Elma must have spotted her hiding behind Lyndon.
She felt a mix of embarrassment and frustration.
She didnât know why she hid herself just now.
âGood night, Elma.
â
Lyndon bid farewell as he watched Elma enter her room.
Tilda promptly emerged from behind him, putting some distance between them.
âIâm going upstairs now.
â
She turned away without meeting his gaze, ready to head upstairs.
âWait.
â Lyndon halted her.
Tilda stepped back cautiously.
âIs there something else?â
âAbout what happenedâ¦â
âLetâs never speak of it,â Tilda cut him off.
âI know you didnât mean any harm.
It must have been something in the soup Elma gave us.
â
She swiftly completed her remarks and turned to ascend the stairs.