“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.

“Tilda, I'll fill you in later. I've ordered more food. Come, sit, and have something to eat."

“No, thanks. I'm not really hungry. Sheldon's been a nuisance for too long. I'm going to take him home now."

Tilda seemed eager to leave.

"Tilda, please stay. Have a bite."

Rosalynn got up and gently guided her to the table.

Tilda adjusted her glasses, looking a bit uneasy.

Glancing at the man seated opposite, she quickly averted her eyes.