C110 Old Mr. Tillman Moved in with Them.

Loran had left for a long time, but Lydia still could not come back to her senses.

She sat on the sofa in a daze, her heart in a mess.

How could this be?

How could this be?

Was this a joke that fate had prepared for her?

However, this joke was far too heavy for her to bear. Her frail body was already too weak to withstand it.

The autumn wind blew past her face, and she subconsciously shrunk her shoulders.

"The Young Mistress is getting late. Why aren't you going to sleep?"

Following Mrs. Liu's concerned voice, a blanket slowly landed on Lydia's shoulders.

"I'm going to sleep now." Lydia forcefully retracted her gaze from the pitch-black distance and got up to walk towards the second floor.

"Young Madam, please serve this Mr. Tillman to him," Ora said as she placed a bowl of porridge in front of her. "Mr. Tillman hasn't eaten anything tonight, so he must be hungry."

Lydia looked up at the steaming white porridge and fell into deep thought.

In the past, she might have used a random excuse to push it away, but today, she had accepted it.

When Lydia pushed open the door, she saw nothing but darkness.

Under the moonlight, the man lay quietly on the floor.

Sleeping?

Then... she shouldn't disturb him.

She relaxed her movements and entered the room.

"What did you do?" The man on the ground suddenly opened his mouth.

She suddenly looked in the direction of the floor and realized that the man had slowly sat up.

"She was afraid that you would be hungry, so she asked me to bring you a bowl of porridge."

"...Oh."

Lydia turned on the light and handed the bowl of porridge to the man.

"Thank you." Reece reached out and took it.

During the process, their fingers accidentally touched each other.

Lydia frowned.

So hot?

Could it be...?

She suddenly raised her head and looked at the man in front of her. She then realized that Reece's face was pale and his deep eyes were devoid of spirit.

If it was just a guess, then she was now very sure that Reece had a fever.

Lydia took out a pack of fever medicine from the drawer and placed it on the table. "Eat the fever medicine after dinner."

"..." Reece, who was holding the bowl and plates, paused for a second. "Thank you."

After a simple exchange, the two of them fell into silence again.

Although they were in the same room, the two of them had their own thoughts.

After Reece had taken the medicine, the two of them lay back down in their respective places in the dark.

However, the two of them fell asleep at the same time that night.

In the dark, Lydia stared at the ceiling and her mind was filled with Loran's words.

The person that Sixth Brother loved had always been the girl who was by his side!

Maria had impersonated you!

Is that so?

She turned around and looked at the man under the bed.

Her lips parted slightly, breaking the silence. "Reece?"

"Hmm?" The man opened his deep eyes and looked at her. "What's wrong?"

"...It's okay." The words that were about to come out of her mouth changed. "It's getting late. Go to sleep."

"Okay."

Hearing the man's deep voice, Lydia turned around and laid back down.

That night, the question that Lydia had been holding in her heart for so long did not come out.

She thought about it for a long time. Even if she knew the truth, so what?

Things had already come to this point. Wasn't it too late?

Thinking of this, Lydia felt relieved and slowly closed her eyes to sleep.

However, Reece didn't sleep that night.

He stared at the girl on the bed, listening to her breathing.

In the morning.

There was some noise in her ears. Lydia, who was sleeping soundly, turned around impatiently and continued to sleep.

In her daze, she felt the bed beside her sink in.

The next second, she was pulled into his arms by a force.

Lydia was stunned.

She suddenly opened her eyes and met a pair of black eyes that were filled with stars.

"Good morning." Reece leaned over and his thin lips landed on her forehead.

Lydia's warm hands grazed across her shoulder.

The next second, her heartbeat suddenly became chaotic. Her face was burning like a fire.

She turned away from him in a panic and pushed him away. "Your fever... Did your brain burn?"

Lydia threw a few words at him before she rolled up the blanket and got off the bed. She quickly hid herself in the bathroom.

In order to not let Reece find out, she pretended to be angry and slammed the door shut.

The moment she closed the door, her heart raced even faster.

Thump, thump, thump, thump.

What was going on?

Why did her heart stop beating?

Lydia bit her lip and turned on the tap to wash her red and hot face with cold water.

Whoosh, whoosh.

At this moment, Reece, who was lying on the bed, was stunned for a second when he saw how shy and flustered she was.

However, the corner of his mouth couldn't help but curl up.

When they were together, her eyes were no longer filled with coldness and disgust. This was a good start for him, and he finally had a glimmer of hope.

Because of this matter, Reece's smile was as warm as the spring breeze when he went downstairs.

"Oh, what's so happy about?" Old Mr. Tillman, who was leaning against the sofa, looked up at the cold and indifferent man. His turbid eyes were filled with curiosity.

At this moment, Reece finally realized how happy he was.

He forced the joy in his heart to return to his usual indifferent appearance. He sat down beside the old man and pretended to be unhappy as he questioned the servant beside him for help.

"Ahem... The old man is here. Why didn't you tell me? Hmm?"

The man's eyes narrowed, and the temperature in the room dropped.

Immediately, Ora and the butler felt a chill in their hearts, and their palms were sweating.

Just as the two of them were thinking about how to respond, the old man on the sofa opened his mouth. "I didn't wake you up. I just wanted you to sleep a little longer."

Reece glanced at the old man on the sofa and raised his eyebrows.

He remembered that when he was young, he didn't want to get up. The old man would always wake him up with a stick in his hand.

When did the old man, who always demanded his family to wake up early and work hard, become so considerate?

This was really strange.

"Grandfather, if you want to see us again, just give us a call and we'll come over. Don't make a long trip."

"I heard that you and Ava had a falling out recently?"

The old man glanced at Reece, who was sitting on the sofa, and snorted. “Did you bully her again?”

"No."

"Then why did I hear that both of you don't look well yesterday? You didn't even eat?"

"I was just feeling unwell."

Despite Reece's explanation, Old Mr. Tillman did not buy it. "I'm warning you, if you dare to bully my granddaughter-in-law, I will break your little legs."

Reece was speechless.

The conversation between the two of them fell into the ears of Lydia, who was walking down the stairs. Her heart was filled with warmth.

Her grandfather was still so protective of her.

"To prevent the two of you from getting into a quarrel like before, the old man thought for a while and decided to move in with you for a few days!" Old Mr. Tillman said as he knocked on the luggage beside him with his walking stick. "Ona, move my luggage to the second floor!"

Reece was speechless.

Lydia was speechless.

Her grandfather was going to move in?

This, this was not good!

Normally, her poor acting skills could fool Ora, but how could she fool her grandfather who could see through her?

Wasn't the relationship between her and Reece going to be exposed?