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“Tilda, just now.

.

Were you thinking of something naughty?”

A shiver ran down her spine at his teasing, and she sidestepped hastily, escaping from under his scrutinizing look.

“Naughty thoughts? That’s all you,” she retorted, her voice a mix of embarrassment and defiance.

Lyndon straightened, an eyebrow arched, his smile slow and knowing.

“Well, with such temptation in my arms, naturally I entertained a few of those thoughts.

”

Overwhelmed and unprepared for his forwardness, Tilda beat a hasty retreat.

She didn’t dare respond to him anymore, scared she would embarrass herself more.

Lyndon watched her go, his smile lingering.

He pondered, perhaps, it was time to reconsider their sleeping arrangements.

Downstairs, Sheldon was engrossed in constructing elaborate Lego structures.

Upon spotting Tilda, he greeted her with a bright smile, “Mom, did you sleep well?”

Tilda remembered that it was Sheldon who suggested that Lyndon shower her with kisses and flowers to make her happy, feeling a bit shy as she looked at her son.

“Yes.

”

“Mom, are you happy now?”

Caught off-guard by his probing question, Tilda hesitated.

Answering it could lead to more questions she wasn’t ready to face.

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If she replied no, Sheldon would definitely ask why.

If she replied otherwise, she was sure he would say something outrageous.

Tilda didn’t answer the question.Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

Instead, she reached out to check his forehead, diverting the conversation.

“Your fever has indeed gone down.

Did you nap today?”

Sheldon caught her hand and gazed up at her with those large, expressive eyes.

“You and Dad are behaving similarly.

”

Tilda was puzzled.

“How so?”

“Both Like to change the subject.

”

A soft laugh escaped her.

Was he saying Lyndon and her liked to dodge questions? He was observant, that much was clear.