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Tilda ruffled his hair and pinched his cheeks affectionately.

“It seems you’re so observant.

”

Unperturbed, Sheldon continued, “Mom, if you don’t answer, that means you’re admitting it.

You’re happy, right?”

Her heart warmed at his insistence.

Tilda pinched his nose playfully.

“If you weren’t so curious, you’d be even cuter.

”

Sheldon beamed, his logic unassailable.

“Elma says kids need flaws to be manageable.

I can’t be any cuter.

”

Tilda shook her head, amused and a bit overwhelmed.

This little boy, her son, was growing too clever by the day.

And she loved him all the more for it.

She now couldn’t outtalk her little genius.

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Sheldon left Tilda’s side and ran over to him.

“Dad!”

Lyndon picked him up and touched his forehead with his own.

Sheldon’s fever seemed to have subsided.

Since Sheldon couldn’t get an answer out of Tilda, he turned his attention to Lyndon.

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“Dad, did you do what I suggested to make Mom happy?”

Lyndon arched an eyebrow at Sheldon, his gaze instinctively flicking towards Tilda.

Observing her standing there awkwardly, he swept his gaze over her red lips and hummed.

Sheldon frowned.

“You only played kissy-face with Mom? What about the flowers?”

Tilda’s eyes went comically wide.

Playing kissy-face? Was kissing for fun?

She couldn’t listen to another word of this!

As a matter of fact, Tilda didn’t want to deal with the father and son duo anymore.

So she turned, ignoring her flaming cheeks and speed -walked towards the kitchen.

As she walked away, she could hear Lyndon speaking to Sheldon.