My Bossy CEO Husband

Chapter 1835

Rosalynn accepted the shrimp, her attention still fixed on the boy. She was too absorbed to chat with Brian. “Yes. Tilda got me a bunch of books,” Sheldon replied.

He finished his food and said in a soft voice, “I'll read it every day after Tilda leaves for work. And I'll tell her about it when she gets back. She'll be so happy and kiss on my cheeks.”

Lyndon raised an eyebrow, sensing that Sheldon was quite smart.

Did he get it from his mom or dad?

The thought of Sheldon growing up without parents at such a young age made Lyndon feel a pang of sympathy. So, Tilda raised him?

No wonder they were so close.

The filming location for the crew was a bit far from here.

They were almost done eating when Tilda arrived, a bit late.ConTEent bel0ngs to Nôv(e)lD/rama(.)Org .

“Rosa, Mr. Hughes, Mr. Fernandez,” she greeted them as she walked in.

“Tilda!”

Sheldon, who was sitting on Lyndon’s lap, beamed at her.

Seeing the resemblance between the two, Tilda’s heart missed a beat.

She composed herself and said, “Sheldon, come down now. Don’t make Mr. Fernandez tired.” Sheldon looked up at Lyndon and said, “Are you tired?”

Lyndon, amused, replied, “Not at all.”

Sheldon smiled and said, “Tilda, I’m really light. He’s also not suffering from virility problems.” Lyndon was at a loss for words.

Tilda, too, was left speechless.

What just happened?

Why did he suddenly bring up virility problems?

Rosalynn nearly laughed out loud. She gestured to Tilda.