Seeing his hesitation, Tilda glanced at his hands and playfully suggested, âThen forget it.
â
Despite never having engaged in such tasks, Lyndon replied, âItâs okay.
Iâll do as you said,â and rolled up his sleeves.
Was he really going to follow her suggestion?
Tilda could hear the warmth in his voice, a sign of his growing affection.
Her heart fluttered as she admired Lyndonâs dignified presence, her smile involuntary.
âDo you want more?â he asked, noting the water bottle still in her hand.
âNo, thanks.
Whereâs the lid?â Tilda replied, snapping back to the moment.
âGive it to me,â Lyndon said, taking the bottle and drinking heartily.
Tildaâs eyes widened slightly.
âWell-â
âWhatâs wrong?â Lyndon asked after he finished and screwed the lid back on.
âNothing,â Tilda replied, dismissing her brief pause.
She wondered if he realized they had just shared the drink, their actions weaving a subtle intimacy.
Lyndon smiled, set the bottle aside, and started to prepare skewers.
Keanu observed their interactions, feeling a twinge of envy at their apparent closeness.
Meanwhile, several female employees nearby couldnât help but comment on the couple.
âThey truly adore each other.
â
âYes, and they really are a perfect match,â another added.
âExactly! And their child is so adorable! To marry a man as handsome as him and have such a cute child-Iâd wake up smiling every day.
â
One fantasized aloud.
Keanu, overhearing their conversations, felt an uncomfortable tug at his heart.
Watching Lyndon, who was showing Sheldon something with a gentle patience, Keanu could see the familial bond.
The three looked every bit the family unit, which deepened Keanuâs regret about approaching Tilda.
Catching Keanuâs forlorn look, Lyndon smirked before returning to his task.
The young boy focused intently on his skewers, his dedication endearing.