Sheldon, still buzzing with excitement, kept his eyes squeezed shut but his eyelids flickered.


    “Not quite ready for sleep yet, are you?” Tilda asked yfully.


    Sheldon peeked at her.


    “Tilda, can you ask Dad to tell the story?”


    Tilda couldn’t help but snort.


    Even the sweet words of Little boys could not be trusted, it seemed!


    “Alright.


    ” Tilda nodded.


    Pushing down the flicker of jealousy, she stood and left the room.


    Well, it was time for Lyndon to step up to his fatherly duties, she mused.


    Lyndon had finished showering and stood in the living room, a ck robe draped over him.


    Elma poured him a ss of water.


    His hair, slightly damp, flopped across his forehead, softening his usual arrogant air.


    Tilda met his gaze briefly, then looked away.


    “Mr.


    Fernandez,” she said politely, “Sheldon wants you to tell him a bedtime story.


    ”


    Lyndon took a few sips of water.


    “Alright,” he agreed.


    “Thank you,” Tilda said.


    Lyndon nced at her, but Tilda kept her eyes downcast.


    Only when he was out of sight did she slowly raise them.


    Elma had been smiling ever since Lyndon showed up.


    “Mr.Content is ? by N?velDrama.Org.


    Fernandez is so patient with children.


    He’ll make a wonderful husband and father someday.


    ”


    There Elma went again, singing Lyndon’s praises.


    Tilda pursed her lips and walked towards the kitchen, grabbing a ss of water.


    Elma’s words might hold truth, but epting Lyndon was another story entirely.


    Gulping down half the ss in one go, Tilda took a deep breath.


    “I’ll take a shower.


    ”


    Elma watched her go, a sigh escaping her Lips.


    She wasn’t sure why Tilda was keeping the truth hidden, but she held onto the hope that Tilda woulde around eventually.