Lyndon, momentarily at a loss for words, replied, âDonât worry, I donât like kids.
â
Sheldon frowned again.
âWhat about me then?â he asked, concerned.
âExcept for you,â Lyndon answered, tweaking Sheldonâs Little nose, feeling amused by the exchange.
Sheldon, now pleased, sneaked a look at Tilda before reminding Lyndon, âAlright, you canât like other ladies either.
You can only like Mom.
â
Lyndon raised an eyebrow, then smiled and said, âOkay.
â
Sheldon beamed, noticing the attention they were getting.
He blinked his big eyes and pointed to his cheek.
âDad, Mom, give me a kiss,â he demanded with a mischievous grin.
Lyndon and Tilda exchanged hesitant glances, neither making a move.
Sheldon grew impatient, grabbing their hands.
âCome on! Why wonât you kiss me? Donât you love me?â he demanded, his voice filled with frustration.
At Sheldonâs earnest plea, Lyndon and Tilda relented.
They leaned in, their lips moving closer to Sheldonâs cheeks.
Just as their kisses were about to land on each of his cheeks, the mischievous boy suddenly pulled his head back.
Their lips met unexpectedly, leaving them both in shock.
Sheldon covered his mouth with his little hand and snickered, âDad and Mom kissed!â
Tildaâs breath caught in her throat.
Seeing Lyndonâs handsome face so close, she turned pale and quickly pulled away.
Unpleasant memories flashed through her mind, and she furiously wiped her red lips.
Lyndon, initially embarrassed, narrowed his eyes as he watched her reaction.
He was used to being popular with women, thanks to his good looks and family background.
No one had ever shown a look of disgust towards him.
But with Tilda, things were different.
He had seen her recoil from his touch more than once.
Did she really hate him that much?
At that moment, the doctor called Sheldonâs name.
Lyndon snapped out of his thoughts, picked up Sheldon, and gently rubbed his nose, pretending to be angry.
âYou Little rascal,â he said.