She wondered if Lyndon was pulling her leg again, just to make her back off.

Meanwhile, the little boy sneaked a peek at her, making goofy faces.

Gazing at the boy's innocent eyes and brows, Ayla eventually believed Lyndon, her initial doubt fading.

"Seriously? My time's precious. If you've got a kid, be upfront about it. Don't waste everyone's time!"

Without missing a beat, Ayla grabbed her handbag, ready to leave.

“My bad."

Lyndon, with Sheldon in his arms, apologized courteously.

Ayla left, wearing a frosty expression.

Lyndon grinned, peering down at the little guy in his arms. "Cut the act. Spill it. Why'd you come here?"

The boy blinked those big eyes. “We've got a connection."

Lyndon raised an eyebrow, skeptical.

He scanned the place and spotted two folks at a nearby table — Brian and Rosalynn. One was cool as a cucumber, the other giving him a friendly wave.

In a flash, it clicked.

They were the ones who had brought the kid here.

Realizing his blind date mess was orchestrated, Lyndon's handsome face clouded over.

The pair who finished watching the drama headed over to join Lyndon at a table.

"You're his dad? Lyndon, you never said you have a son."

Brian gave him a playful look.

Lyndon cradled the little boy and shot a cold glance at Brian.

“Still trying to set me up on a date?"