Brian nodded, advising, âTell your dad to look after his girlfriend well.
â
Sheldon grinned.
âWill do.
â
Tilda, caught off guard while eating, watched Rosalynn and Brian leave together.
She then turned to Sheldon.
âSheldon, who are you calling dad?â
Sheldon giggled and said, âTilda, Mr.
Fernandez said heâd be my dad.
â
Tilda looked slightly taken aback.
âSheldon, youâre making things up again.
Iâm going to get upset.
â
Sheldon clamped his mouth shut, giving Lyndon a look of upset.
Lyndon gently patted his head and pulled out a pair of Bluetooth headphones from his pocket, placing them in Sheldonâs ears.
âHey Sheldon, listen to some music for a bit, okay?â
He played some tunes on his phone.
Sheldon just blinked, staying silent and sitting still.
Lyndon turned to Tilda.
âMiss Larson, do you have something against me?â
Tilda fiddled with her glasses, looking down to mask her feelings.
âItâs more that I donât really know you.
â
Lyndon responded, âRosalynn mentioned youâre not keen on marriage, right?â
âYes.
â
âWell, that makes two of us,â Lyndon said, catching Tilda off guard as she looked up at him.
Lyndon gazed at her and remarked, âSheldonâs a great kid, but heâs had a tough time.
Miss Larson, how about we make a deal?â
âA deal?â
âLetâs get married and take care of Sheldon together.
â
He wanted to get married?
Tildaâs expression shifted.
âMr.
Fernandezâ¦â
âPlease, hear me out,â Lyndon cut in.
âLike I said, neither of us are into marriage, so thereâs no pressure.
Our marriage would be just an agreement.
I promise not to overstep any boundaries.
And if someday you find someone you truly want to marry, weâll get a divorce, no strings attached.
Iâll stick to my word.
â
Lyndonâs gaze sharpened, his voice calm and steady.
Tilda was shocked, her fingers instinctively tightening.
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âBecause my family is pressuring me to marry.
I want to put an end to it,â Lyndon answered honestly.
Tilda pressed her lips together.
âYou could marry someone you Love.
â
A woman he loved?
He had someone in mind.
Butâ¦
A flicker of pain crossed Lyndonâs eyes, swiftly vanishing.
âMiss Larson, please consider my offer.
â
Tilda glanced at him, shaking her head.
âIâm sorry.
I canât marry you.
â
Lyndonâs dark eyes were unwavering.
âYouâre Sheldonâs guardian, arenât you?â
Tilda stiffened.
âYes.
â
âHeâs intelligent and emotionally mature.
Children Like him are often very sensitive.
Do you really want to raise him alone, exposing him to judgment for not having a father?â Lyndon questioned.
Tildaâs complexion lost its color.
She looked at the boy engrossed in music, her hands clenching.
Seeing her reaction, Lyndon pressed on, âSheldon is fond of me.
Perhaps itâs destiny.
Agree to my proposal, and you can name your terms.
â