Chapter 1790


    The little guy''s impatience surfaced as he hugged his arms, emphasizing his discontent.


    Thoroughly amused, Lyndon asked, “Tell me, what''s so special about her?”


    After a brief contemtion, the little guy shared, “She smells really nice. | love hugging her the most when | sleep.”


    Lyndon couldn''t help but be amused.


    Well, that could be considered an endearing quality!


    The little guy''s expression shifted, a hint of disappointment coloring his features. “It’s a shame she said I’m grown up now and


    won''t sleep with me starting this year,”


    Lyndon continued to smile, prodding, “Anything else?”


    The little guy’s spirits Lifted once more. “She speaks really gently, and when she smiles, there are two dents on her cheeks.”


    The child pointed to his face, indicating the dimples.


    Lyndon envisioned the girl in his mind; a girl with dimples must look adorable when she smiled.


    “She can sing and tell me bedtime stories. She’s even good at writing stories. She promised to include me in her future tales,”


    the little guy dered proudly, lifting his chin slightly.


    Lyndon arched his eyebrows, once again picturing the image of the girl in his mind.


    Tilda, as described by the little guy, appeared to be a girl with a warm and inviting smile.


    It was evident that the boy held a deep attachment to her and held her in high regard.


    “Is there anything else?” Lyndon probed further.


    Wearing a slight frown, the little guy contemted for a moment before stating, “Well, she’s good at everything. Actually, there’s


    just one issue with her.”


    Lyndon raised an intrigued eyebrow, prompting, “What''s that?”


    “She can’t cook! Once, she nearly set the kitchen on fire,” the little guy revealed.


    Lyndon was amused.


    The child fixed his gaze on Lyndon, earnestly asking, “Can you cook?”


    “You must! If you can’t cook, what will Tilda eat in the future?”


    The little guy interjected before Lyndon could respond, a hint of nervousness in his tone.


    Amused, Lyndon nodded. “I’m good at cooking.”


    The little guy visibly rxed. “So, does that mean you''ll be Tilda’s boyfriend?”


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