Stepping out of the bathroom, Tilda spotted Sheldon and Lyndon chilling, sending her hands into a curl.


    “Mr.


    Fernandez, Sheldon’s been glued to you all day.


    My bad.


    Catch youter,” Tilda hinted, nudging Lyndon towards the exit.


    Lyndon raised an eyebrow.


    “No sweat.


    I have to hang with my son, right?”


    His son? Tilda was taken aback.


    He was jumping into the dad role way too quickly!


    “Hey, Mr.


    Fernandez, here you go,” Elma chirped, handing Lyndon pen and paper.


    Lyndon scribbled down his digits.


    “Here’s my number.


    Holler if you need anything,” he said.


    ‘s BunnyBookery


    “Got it,” Elma said, snatching the note eagerly.


    Lyndon tousled Sheldon’s hair.


    “I have to go.


    ”


    “Bye, Dad.


    ”


    Sheldon gave a half-hearted wave, reluctance shining in his bright eyes.


    Lyndon hesitated for a moment, feeling a twinge of reluctance to go.


    That little guy was just too darn cute.


    With a smile, Lyndon nodded to Elma and Tilda before exiting the apartment.


    The door mmed shut, finally putting an end to his presence.


    Only then did Tilda feel a weight lift off her shoulders.N?velDrama.Org holds ? this.


    Finally, he was gone; her peace returned.


    Tilda let out a sigh of relief, ncing down at Sheldon.