She drew in a sharp breath, then turned in her heel and headed to Sheldonâs room.
Tilda found the little boy reading a picture book.
He perked up when he heard her come in, and called out to her in a sweet voice.
âTilda!â
âHello, there.
â She picked him up and carried him to the small couch.
She settled him on her lap before examining the bruises on his face for the umpteenth time.
Thinking of what Lyndon had said, she smoothed Sheldonâs hair and asked, âDo you hate reading?â
The boy shook his head.
âNo, I Like reading!â
His round eyes were practically sparkling with zeal.
âThen, how about playing computer games?â
Sheldon moved his lips, but said nothing.
She could tell that the answer was a yes.
Boys generally preferred playing games.
It was rare to see a boy be so keen on reading.
But Tilda had raised Sheldon according to her own preferences.
She was a bookworm, so she had taught him to read at an early age.
In doing so, she failed to remember that Sheldon was a boy, and that his interests might lie on something more adventurous and thrilling.
Tilda felt a little disheartened.
she was disappointed with herself.
âDonât be sad, Tilda,â the little boy rushed to comfort her.
âI donât like playing on the computer at all.
I only Like reading.
â
Tilda was touched by his concern.
She tousled his hair and gave him a tender smile.
âWhat are you saying? You can do whatever you want.
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You can read and play computer games, you donât have to choose.
But if you play, you should only do it for an hour at a time, or you will hurt your eyes.
You donât want to be stuck wearing glasses Like me, do you?â
Hearing this, Sheldonâs adorable face broke into a grin.
âOkay! Tilda, youâre the most beautiful woman with glasses in the world!â
She chuckled and lightly pinched his cheek.
âArenât you a sweet talker? I remember you calling me a computer idiot behind my back, though.
â
Sheldon giggled.
âDonât be mad at me, Tilda.
It was a slip of the tongue! I wonât say it again.
â
âWell? What other shortcomings of mine did you spill to him?â
The boyâs smile turned mischievous as he held up his index finger.
âJust the one more, that you canât cook at all⦠And that you almost burned the kitchen once!â
Tildaâs jaw hung open in shock.
He said that to Lyndon? By accident?
No, she guessed Sheldon had deliberately exposed her embarrassing failures to that man!