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Tilda flashed a defiant smile, aware of her temporary advantage.

She was injured, after all, and he couldn’t very well splash back without risking her wound.

Lyndon responded not with words but with action.

His gaze captured her lips for a moment before he leaned forward, closing the small gap between them with a tender kiss.

The contact was warm, catching Tilda off guard, causing her fingers to tighten around the edge of the tub.

What just happened?

Did he just kiss her?

That sure was a bold way to retaliate.

Lyndon just wanted to tease Tilda, but what had begun as an innocent attempt to tease escalated quickly.

The kiss deepened, pulling them into an unexpected embrace fueled by a spark that seemed to ignite effortlessly.

What started as playful banter due to the romantic atmosphere became a profound moment of connection, each kiss intensifying the next, drawing them closer.

Tilda’s mind was in a fog.

She couldn’t recall how she got from the bathroom to the bed or how she had been persuaded by Lyndon’s deep, husky voice to explore different positions.

That night, she didn’t feel the pain of her wound, only a profound exhaustion that left her unable to move a finger.

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She slept until noon the next day.

When she awoke, she found herself lying on her side, her body still nestled against Lyndon’s warm skin.

Tilda blinked a few times, letting out a soft hum.

Suddenly, she heard his magnetic, amused voice in her ear.

“Awake?”

Tilda’s muddled thoughts gradually cleared.

She looked up to see Lyndon leaning against the headboard, gazing at her with a soft expression.

Waking up to such a handsome sight was a novel experience for her.

“Yeah,” she murmured, quickly looking away and lowering her eyes to her naked body.

Instinctively, she pulled the blanket up, though the gesture felt pointless.C0pyright © 2024 Nôv)(elDrama.Org.

Trying to maintain her composure, she raised a hand to smooth her hair.