âYour mom was very tired, so I had to sleep with her and there wasnât time to buy flowers.
Maybe next time.
â
Tilda stumbled and nearly fell on her face.
He had to sleep with her?!
Could he be any more ambiguous?
He would confuse Sheldon and make the boy think something else!
Face as red as a tomato, Tilda whirled around and glared at Lyndon.
âCanât you make yourself clear?â
Lyndon affected an innocent expression and retorted, âWasnât I clear enough? Didnât I spend the whole afternoon sleeping with you?â
Tildaâs breath caught, her retort suddenly silenced.
Yes, he had spent the whole afternoon in bed with her but⦠he shouldnât have phrased it Like that!
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Sheldonâs face lit up with a mischievous grin.
âCome on, Mom, donât be shy! Elma said that you and Dad are making me a little brother or sister.
Just sleep together and it will happen!â
Sheldonâs words nearly drove her crazy, causing Tilda to turn and flee to the kitchen.
âElma!â
At that moment, Elma was busy in the kitchen, but when she heard Tildaâs voice, she quickly turned around, a nervous expression on her face.
âWhatâs the matter? Is your wound hurting, or is Sheldon not feeling well again?â
When Tilda saw how anxious Elma was, she breathed in deeply and reigned in the flurry of words on her tongue.
âNo, weâre fine,â she assured quickly.
Elma patted her chest and heaved a sigh of relief.
A second later, her brows furrowed and she demanded, âThen why were you shouting?â
Tilda blinked at Elma, unable to reply.
Could she say she was just extremely annoyed?
Elmaâs eyes darted to Lyndon, who was standing in the living room and cradling Sheldon in his arms.
Then she turned to Tilda and teased, âAh, I see! So, Sheldon went upstairs and knocked on the door because you and Mr.
Fernandez didnât come down?â
For the umpteenth time today, Tilda was left speechless.
She barely knew how to respond anymore.
Elma used to be so proper.
When did she become so uninhibited?