Chapter 2092: Chapter 2095

“Mr.

Fernandez is always busy and doesn’t have much free time to spare.

We shouldn’t bother him,” Tilda interjected, reaching out to take Sheldon’s hand.

However, Sheldon quickly evaded her touch and instead sought refuge by hugging Lyndon’s thigh.

“Dad, are you busy?” he inquired with wide-eyed innocence.

Lyndon met Sheldon’s gaze, his expression softening.

“I’m not busy,” he responded.

“Then, can you stay with us tonight?” Sheldon’s voice held a childish plea, his eyes brimming with longing as he clung to Lyndon’s leg.

Lyndon’s heart melted at the sight.

“Actually, I don’t have anywhere else to stay tonight, so it would be nice if I could stay here,” he admitted, casting a glance at Tilda.

Having left the Moreno family household, he truly had nowhere else to go.

Tilda was at a loss for words.

How could he find himself homeless?

It seemed utterly absurd.

“Mr.

Fernandez, this is a small apartment, and we don’t have a guest room for you,” Tilda responded, her tone tinged with exasperation.

Lyndon arched an eyebrow, exchanging a glance with Sheldon.

“Well…”

“Tilda, I can give my bed to Dad,” the little boy interjected eagerly, his eyes darting between Lyndon and Tilda.

Tilda shot him a pointed glare.

“And where will you sleep if you give him your bed? You’re not a baby anymore, so you can’t sleep with me,” she retorted firmly.

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Sheldon blinked innocently, a mischievous grin tugging at his lips.

“I can sleep with Dad,” he suggested with a grin.

Tilda sighed in exasperation, glancing at Lyndon’s towering frame.

“Sheldon, your bed is meant for children.

It’s too small for both of you.

”

“No, I’m small enough to fit with Dad,” Sheldon insisted, turning to Lyndon with a pleading expression.

“Dad, would you like to share my bed with me?”

Lyndon chuckled softly, amused by Sheldon’s persistence.

Before he could respond, Sheldon continued, his voice eager, “Daddy, it’s winter now, and it’s getting chilly.

Plus, I’m like a Little heater! Tilda calls me her little heater! If you sleep with me, I can keep you warm all night long.

”

A hint of amusement danced in Lyndon’s eyes as he glanced at Tilda, who was amused by Sheldon’s words.

“If that doesn’t work, I can always sleep on the sofa,” he offered with a shrug.

Lyndon was indeed intended to stay for the night.

Before Tilda could retort, Elma, standing beside her, eagerly asked, “Mr.

Fernandez, have you had dinner yet?”

“Not yet,” Lyndon replied.