"I'm sorry for interrupting your work. We're okay now. You don't need to worry about Sheldon. You should continue with your plans."

Seeing the apology in Tilda's eyes, Lyndon continued jesting.

"The boarding time has passed. I haven't changed my flight, so I can't leave tonight."

Upon hearing this, Tilda adjusted her glasses and made a decision.

“Then you can stay in my room tonight."

He had delayed his business trip for her personal matter, and she felt it would be rude to have him sleep on the sofa.

As Tilda turned to walk into the bedroom, Lyndon was briefly stunned.

"No, thanks!" he called out after her.

He had only been joking and hadn't expected her to take him so seriously.

Tilda ignored him and proceeded to prepare the bed.

Emerging from the bathroom, Sheldon ran up to Lyndon, eyes wide with curiosity.

“Dad, I heard Tilda offer you her room for the night. Are you going to share a bed?"

Lyndon burst out laughing at the innocent question.

He lifted Sheldon up and playfully flicked his forehead. “Come on, that's not the case."

Sheldon rubbed his forehead. “Dad, you're not proactive enough," he accused.

Lyndon raised an eyebrow. "Why do you say that?"

“Weren't you the one who said you planned to have Tilda as your girlfriend? Why haven't you succeeded yet? There seems to be Limited progress in your relationship.”

So that was it!

Lyndon couldn't help but be amused.

Actually, he was using Sheldon as a pretext to approach Tilda.