âDad, if you lived here, I would learn much faster.
â
Tilda listened quietly as they engaged in light conversation.
She could sense the anticipation in Sheldonâs voice.
She clutched the sheet and quilt tightly and pressed her Lips together.
This was likely what they called kinship.
Sheldon inherited Lyndonâs good character and accepted him as a father immediately.
She wasnât sure if she could keep this secret forever.
If not, what should she do?
Feeling slightly annoyed, she hurried to the laundry room and tossed the sheets and quilt into the washing machine.
After some time, she heard footsteps behind her.
âYou donât have to give up the bedroom for me.
I can sleep on the sofa.
â Lyndon entered the laundry room and spoke.
âItâs fine.
You helped me.
It would be impolite to let a guest sleep on the sofa,â Tilda came to herself and
replied.
Lyndon wished to admit that he had Lied.
He had no intention of going on a business trip today.
Yet he refrained from speaking.
He feared that Tilda would be angered by the truth.
âWhat about you? Where will you sleep?â he inquired.
âI will sleep with Elma,â Tilda responded, retrieving a fresh towel and toiletries from the closet.
âThese are for you.
â
Lyndon accepted them with gratitude.
âThank you.
â
Tilda glanced at him.
âWhile you have my room, I hope youâll refrain from touching my belongings.
â
Lyndon raised an eyebrow.
âI can control my actions, but perhaps not my curiosity.
If thereâs anything I shouldnât see, please remove it promptly.
â
Tilda met his gaze.
âI have no secrets in my room.
Just donât go snooping around like a mouse.
â
She jokingly reminded him to behave like a gentleman!
Her words were quite articulate.