“We haven’t eaten either.


    Would you like to join us?” Elma offered with a smile.


    Lyndon nced at Sheldon, who was looking at him with hopeful eyes, and nodded slightly.


    “Okay.


    ”


    “I’LL get the table ready,” Elma said.


    “Thank you.


    ”


    Lyndon, followed by a grinning Sheldon, headed to the dining room, ignoring Tilda’s gaze.


    Watching his tall, straight back, Tilda remembered the first time he hade here.


    They had argued about parenting, and he had boldly suggested marriage.


    But this time, he acted as if he were at home.


    Tilda felt a mild headacheing on.


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    “Tilda,e here,” Sheldon called, seated next to Lyndon.


    Snapping back to reality, Tilda adjusted her sses and was about to sit opposite them when Sheldon patted the chair beside him.


    “Sit next to me,” he said, smiling.


    Tilda nced at Lyndon, who was sitting on Sheldon’s other side, and inwardly groaned.


    The little boy seemed to want both of them by his side.


    Despite her internalints, Tilda sat next to Sheldon.


    Sheldon’s eyes sparkled with excitement.


    Elma handed out the tes and forks, and Tilda began to prepare soup for Sheldon as was her habit.


    “Tilda, let Dad get me some soup,” Sheldon interjected.


    Tilda paused, momentarily speechless.Property ? of N?velDrama.Org.


    He wouldn’t even let herdle the soup for him? Reluctantly, she stopped what she was doing, feeling slightly aggrieved.


    Lyndon, unbothered, filled a bowl of soup for Sheldon.


    “Dad, please get Tilda a bowl of soup too,” Sheldon chirped.


    Lyndon raised an eyebrow and looked at him, making no move toply.


    “No, I can get it myself,” Tilda said with a forced smile.


    Sheldon nced at Tilda and remarked, “Tilda, you must be cold and scared today.


    You should ask Dad to get you a bowl of ‘love soup’ to warm you up.


    ”