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A pungent aroma wafted through the air, prompting Tilda to look at the stove.

“Elma, what are you cooking? It’s about to burn.

”

Elma’s eyes went wide and she quickly turned to the stove.

“Oh, my braised lamb!”

Braised lamb?

The pungent aroma of lamb that permeated the air suddenly made sense.

Tilda frowned at Elma.

Elma, why are you making this? Sheldon and I don’t enjoy eating it.

Elma dished the tender and flavorful braised lamb, expertly cooked to near perfection.

“This dish isn’t for you and Sheldon.

I cooked it to nourish Mr.

Fernandez.

You and Sheldon can have the chicken soup.

Both you and Mr.

Fernandez need to fuel up and recharge your systems so Sheldon can have a sibling as soon as possible.

”

Alright, this had gone on long enough.

Tilda stared at Elma and declared in a firm tone, “Elma, you’re jumping into conclusions.

Lyndon and I didn’t do anything, okay?”

Shocked, Elma blurted out, “Then what were you doing upstairs for so Long?”

Tilda grimaced and explained, “I was sleeping, and he stayed with me.

”

Instead of being appeased, Tilda’s reply only made Elma furrowed her brows even more.

“Mr.

Fernandez kept you company? In your room?”

“Yes.

”

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Elma’s gaze shifted to the man lounging in the living room, her voice trailing off as she wondered, “Wait, is Mr.

Fernandez impotent? That can’t be.

He looks like a virile young man; he can’t have such a problem! It must be because you’re injured so he was being considerate.

”

Tilda’s cheeks turned an even deeper shade of red and her head was close to exploding.

“Elma, if you continue to jump to conclusions, I swear I’ll stop discussing anything with you!” Tilda pouted, glaring at Elma.

Elma burst out laughing, not the least bit cowed by Tilda’s threat.

Her gaze strayed to Lyndon who was still busy playing with Sheldon and her laughter petered out.

Tilda and Lyndon were still sleeping in separate rooms.

She made a mental note to discreetly suggest to Lyndon later that, given Tilda’s condition, he should shower her with extra attention and devotion, making sure she felt pampered and cared for.

Of course, the only way he could truly care for Tilda was if they slept in the same room!

Armed with a plan, Elma chuckled to herself happily and went about serving dinner.

After dinner, she tidied up the house and said to Tilda, who was at that moment playing with Sheldon, “Tilda, are you going to take a shower? The doctor gave strict instructions to keep your wound dry.

Do you want me to help you with your shower?”

Tilda looked up at Elma and opened her mouth to reply.

But before she could get a word out, Lyndon announced, “No need to bother Elma, I can do it.

”

This was the exact response Elma had been hoping for.

She beamed at him.

“In that case, I’ll have to trouble you, Mr.

Fernandez.

Please take extra care tonight.

Make sure Tilda doesn’t inadvertently irritate her wound while she’s sleeping.

”