Tilda adjusted her glasses and quickly reasoned, "I mean, we have troubled you enough for today, haven't we? You must be busy. We don't want to keep you more from your work."

Letting him join them for dinner? There was no way she would allow that.

Lyndon put his hands in his pockets, his lips curling into a smirk at Tilda's words.

"No matter how busy I am, I still need to have proper meals, don't I? Didn't you just say that you are very grateful to me, Miss Larson?

How can you turn me away from your dinner table?"