The boy blinked those big eyes.
âWeâve got a connection.
â
Lyndon raised an eyebrow, skeptical.
He scanned the place and spotted two folks at a nearby table â Brian and Rosalynn.
One was cool as a cucumber, the other giving him a friendly wave.
In a flash, it clicked.
They were the ones who had brought the kid here.
Realizing his blind date mess was orchestrated, Lyndonâs handsome face clouded over.
The pair who finished watching the drama headed over to join Lyndon at a table.
âYouâre his dad? Lyndon, you never said you have a son.
â
Brian gave him a playful look.
Lyndon cradled the little boy and shot a cold glance at Brian.
âStill trying to set me up on a date?â
Brian grinned, glanced at Sheldon and quipped, âDonât you want to find a mother for your kid?â
Finding him a mother? Didnât he have one?
Lyndon stared down at the little boy, questioning in his eyes.
Sheldon rolled his big eyes and told Lyndon in a childish tone.
âIâm a pitiful boy no one wants.
Luckily, Tildaâs willing to take care of me.
You promised to be my dad.
As a man, you should stick to your word.
â
Lyndon was left speechless.
So, this kidâs an orphan?
Rosalynn was dumbfounded.
Hadnât Sheldon previously claimed that he wasnât a pitiful boy?
But now, he had changed his stance? What a cunning little guy.
âPoor thing, are you hungry?â
Lyndon gently touched Sheldonâs little head.
Sheldon looked down, patted his belly and said adorably, âYeah.
Can you get me some food?â
Lyndon smiled.
âSure.
â