Meanwhile, Lyndon dropped Elma and Sheldon at the Owmale Hotel entrance.

"Thanks, Mr. Fernandez. Why not have a bite to eat with us?" Elma said to Lyndon as she stepped out of the car, holding Sheldon.

Checking his watch, Lyndon said, “Thank you, but I must decline on this occasion."

Elma glanced at Sheldon, who held Lyndon's finger.

“Dad, come eat with us. Tilda's struggling and she's treating. You should pay."

Lyndon chuckled, lifting Sheldon. “Alright, let's go.”

How could he say no to such a cute request?

Sheldon grinned, holding onto Lyndon tightly.

Elma smiled, giving him a thumbs up. With such a smart kid around, would Tilda and Lyndon's relationship have any problems?

Following the waiter's lead, the trio found Rosalynn's reserved private room.

Opening the door, Lyndon hesitated at the sight inside.

“Rosalynn?"

He hadn't expected a girls' night out for dinner.

"Lyndon? Come on in."

A smile sparkled in Rosalynn's eyes after the initial surprise.

Lyndon and Sheldon had arrived together! The connection between young and old was growing fast. But what about the grown-ups?

Tilda's face fell upon seeing Lyndon.

Taking Sheldon, she whispered to Elma, “Why is he here with you?"

Elma explained, "Oh, Mr. Fernandez was just playing soccer with Sheldon. He offered to drive us here for safety when he knew we were going out.”

Just like that?