Sheldon licked his lips, âThen I want to eat a lot, so I donât have to eat at night.
Tilda can save some money.
â
Lyndon was left speechless.
ALL this boy could think about was Tilda.
People who didnât know might mistake him for her son.
âRosalyn, letâs grab a bite together.
â Lyndon invited Rosalynn.
âsure.
â
Hungry as she was, Rosalynn responded with a smile.
But as she eyed the dishes on the table, something felt off.
Brian picked up on it too.
He looked at Lyndon from the waist down, lifting his sharp brows.
âGot some performance issues?â
Lyndon was left speechless.
What was he on about?
Virility problems? Seriously?
âThatâs why youâre avoiding girlfriends.
Scared of letting them down?
Got a conscience, huh?â Brian teased.
Lyndon, with a darkened face, didnât bother to respond.
âJust stay out of my business, okay?â
Brian nodded, glancing at the boy in his arms.
âWell, at least youâve got a son, Itâs not a big deal even if you have virility problems.
â
Lyndon was at a loss for words.
He wished he could pour soup on his own face.
The little boy looked at Lyndon, puzzled.
âWhatâs virility problems?â
Lyndon had no idea how to answer.
Brian chuckled.
âIt means heâs not man enough.
â
The little boy gazed at Lyndon with big, beautiful eyes.
âAre you a girl?â