Rosalynn raised her eyebrows and shifted her gaze to Sheldon.

When she met his eyes and noted his brows and eyes, she blinked in surprise.

What a pretty boy!

But why did he resemble Lyndon so much?

“Rosalyn, did you come with Miss Larson?" Lyndon inquired.

It took a moment for Rosalynn to regain her composure. "Well, we coincidentally ended up working together. Tilda's car broke down, and I gave her a ride here."

"I see." Lyndon nodded.

Just then, a middle-aged woman rushed over. "Tilda, Sheldon."

Sheldon's eyes lit up as he looked at the approaching woman.

She reached them, squatting down to grasp the little guy's shoulders and inspect him from head to toe.

"Let me have a look! I'm so relieved you're fine. I was so scared!"

Sheldon comforted her with a pat on the shoulder. “Sorry. I shouldn't have run away without your permission. But don't worry. I'm here to find a boyfriend for Tilda."

His unexpected revelation left the woman stunned. "You want to find a boyfriend for Tilda?"

Sheldon nodded, casting a glance at Lyndon. “It's him."

The woman stood up and turned her attention to Lyndon.

What a handsome man!

But how could Sheldon look like this man?

"Sheldon, don't talk nonsense!"

Tilda frowned, feeling somewhat helpless with Sheldon's absurd idea.

"Tilda, don't be angry," the little guy said, reaching out to comfort her. Then, looking at Lyndon, he continued, "Don't you think Tilda is beautiful?"