She drew in a sharp breath, then turned in her heel and headed to Sheldon’s room.


    Tilda found the little boy reading a picture book.


    He perked up when he heard here in, and called out to her in a sweet voice.


    “Tilda!”


    “Hello, there.


    ” She picked him up and carried him to the small couch.


    She settled him on herp before examining the bruises on his face for the umpteenth time.


    Thinking of what Lyndon had said, she smoothed Sheldon’s hair and asked, “Do you hate reading?”Belongs to ? n0velDrama.Org.


    The boy shook his head.


    “No, I Like reading!”


    His round eyes were practically sparkling with zeal.


    “Then, how about yingputer games?”


    Sheldon moved his lips, but said nothing.


    She could tell that the answer was a yes.


    Boys generally preferred ying games.


    It was rare to see a boy be so keen on reading.


    But Tilda had raised Sheldon ording to her own preferences.


    She was a bookworm, so she had taught him to read at an early age.


    In doing so, she failed to remember that Sheldon was a boy, and that his interests might lie on something more adventurous and thrilling.


    Tilda felt a little disheartened.


    she was disappointed with herself.


    “Don’t be sad, Tilda,” the little boy rushed tofort her.


    “I don’t like ying on theputer at all.


    I only Like reading.


    ”


    Tilda was touched by his concern.


    She tousled his hair and gave him a tender smile.


    “What are you saying? You can do whatever you want.


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    You can read and yputer games, you don’t have to choose.


    But if you y, you should only do it for an hour at a time, or you will hurt your eyes.


    You don’t want to be stuck wearing sses Like me, do you?”


    Hearing this, Sheldon’s adorable face broke into a grin.


    “Okay! Tilda, you’re the most beautiful woman with sses in the world!”


    She chuckled and lightly pinched his cheek.


    “Aren’t you a sweet talker? I remember you calling me aputer idiot behind my back, though.


    ”


    Sheldon giggled.


    “Don’t be mad at me, Tilda.


    It was a slip of the tongue! I won’t say it again.


    ”


    “Well? What other shorings of mine did you spill to him?”


    The boy’s smile turned mischievous as he held up his index finger.


    “Just the one more, that you can’t cook at all… And that you almost burned the kitchen once!”


    Tilda’s jaw hung open in shock.


    He said that to Lyndon? By ident?


    No, she guessed Sheldon had deliberately exposed her embarrassing failures to that man!