But just now, she definitely heard him take the mischievous approach.
It was completely out of character for him.
Was this still the man she always knew?
Lyndonâs gaze lingered on Tildaâs blushing face, a playful smile flickering in his eyes.
âI find the doctorâs advice a bit suspect, suggesting such intimate activities during the day for someone as refined as you.
Itâs hardly appropriate.
Wouldnât you say?â
Tilda, her beautiful eyes wide, managed a flustered response.
âIâm glad you recognize that.
Now please, Iâd like to rest for a bit.
â
Raising an eyebrow, Lyndon teased, âAre you certain youâll manage to sleep without me here?â
Tilda countered, her voice tinged with feigned annoyance, âWhy wouldnât I be able to sleep?â
Lyndonâs eyes sparkled mischievously as he replied, âBecause.
you need me.
â
Caught off guard by his implication, Tilda felt her cheeks warm with a blush.
âThatâs not true at all!â
âAh, but it is,â Lyndon insisted softly before suddenly lifting her in his arms.
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Startled, Tilda protested, âLyndon, put me down! This isnât the time for your antics.
â
He gently laid her on the bed, making sure she was comfortably on her side to avoid any pressure on her wound.
His tone was teasing, yet his actions were careful.
âYou said you wanted to rest, right? Iâm merely helping.
Or perhaps you were hoping for something more⦠adventurous?â
Embarrassed, Tilda hastily grabbed the blanket to cover herself, inadvertently pulling at her wound, which made her wince in pain.
Lyndonâs playful expression quickly shifted to one of concern.
âCareful, try to stay still,â he advised.
Frustrated, Tilda shot back, âYouâre the reason I moved in the first place!â
âFair point, my apologies,â Lyndon conceded with a slight bow of his head.
Tilda eyed him skeptically.
âApologies? And how exactly do you plan to make it up to me?â
With a thoughtful tilt of his head, Lyndon asked, âI remember Sheldon saying you enjoy reading.
Whatâs your current favorite?â
Confused by his sudden change of subject, Tilda blinked slowly.
Lyndon, noticing the collection of essays on her bedside, picked it up.
âIs this what youâre reading?â