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She favored a consistent style, albeit in various hues.

The set Lyndon brought her was black.

As she imagined his fingers brushing against her underwear, Tilda felt a blush warm her cheeks.

She seldom wore this particular black set after purchasing it, leaving it neglected at the bottom of her drawer.

Lyndon’s choice of black piqued her curiosity.

Did he have a preference for the color?

Black is often associated with mystery and nobility.

Perhaps he admired this type of woman, confident and alluring.

Lost in these musings, Tilda reflected on her own temperament-a mixture of literary charm and gentle grace, far from the allure of a seductive woman.

Interrupting her thoughts, Lyndon gently prodded, “Get up, and I’ll help you dress.

”

Tilda paused, wondering if he considered her a helpless child who couldn’t manage on her own.

Tilda’s gaze wavered, betraying her reluctance.

“I…” she began, unsure.

Lyndon’s voice was gentle, with a hint of amusement.

“You don’t have to be so stoic around me.

”

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She bit her lip, yielding to his care without further protest, though her heart felt like a tumultuous sea.

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As he glanced at her, his eyes traced the contours of her figure, noting the bruises that marred her otherwise delicate skin.

The memory of the previous night caused his Adam’s apple to bob.

To distract himself, he began helping her into her bra, his voice casual but thoughtful.

“New Year is nearing.

My mother was wondering when we’d visit.

”

Tilda shivered as his warm fingers brushed her skin inadvertently, pulling her back from her reverie.

“It’s up to you,” she responded quickly, her voice a mix of detachment and compliance.

Since they were now a couple, she would allow him to decide when to visit his parents and adhere to his plans.

“Could we leave this afternoon?” Lyndon asked, genuinely seeking her input.

Though such decisions seemed minor, his act of asking her opinion felt deeply respectful, compelling her to engage more warmly.

She smiled slightly, “That sounds good.

”

Lyndon, satisfied with her response, continued dressing her in silence.