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She pondered if it was better to not speak at all.

As she chewed on her lower lip, her eyes finally met his.

She caught the playful glint in his.

Immediately, she realized she was being teased.

She felt she should respond with a comeback to him.

“Now I see where Sheldon gets his cheekiness from-he inherits it from you!”

Lyndon paused, his eyebrow arching in amusement.

“Oh, Sheldon inherits it from me?”

Tilda grasped the weight of her words as they hung in the air.

She realized she had unintentionally spoken a profound truth about the connection between Sheldon and Lyndon.

Her eyes darted nervously.Ccontent © exclusive by Nô/vel(D)ra/ma.Org.

She quickly adjusted her glasses and cast her gaze downward.

Just as she was about to formulate a response, Lyndon’s voice cut through the silence.

“Yes, Sheldon is my son.

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A flutter of anxiety stirred in Tilda’s chest, her heartbeat faltering as a glint of nervousness sparked in her eyes.

“You…”

Could he possibly know the entire truth?

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“Don’t worry.

To me, Sheldon is akin to my biological son.

With time, I’ll ensure everyone else sees him the same way.

” Lyndon’s smile was gentle, reassuring.

Relief washed over Tilda.

Lyndon remained unaware.

She parted her lips, words teetering on the brink of revelation, yet she retreated into silence.

Though Lyndon professed a desire to forge a good life with her, his duty overshadowed his affection.

Her fear lingered that his heart might one day belong to another.

She resolved to wait, to test the waters of his love before unveiling her secrets.

Downstairs, Elma was coaxing Sheldon towards a nap.

As Lyndon descended with Tilda in his arms, their faces lit up with playful mischief.

“Daddy and Mommy, you two sure know how to sleep a lot,” Sheldon remarked, his voice tender yet teasing.

Discomfort prickled at Tilda’s skin, urging her towards freedom.