Lyndon accepted them with gratitude. "Thank you."

Tilda glanced at him. “While you have my room, I hope you'll refrain from touching my belongings."

Lyndon raised an eyebrow. "I can control my actions, but perhaps not my curiosity. If there's anything I shouldn't see, please remove it promptly."

Tilda met his gaze. "I have no secrets in my room. Just don't go snooping around like a mouse."

She jokingly reminded him to behave like a gentleman!

Her words were quite articulate.

Observing Tilda leave, Lyndon couldn't help but smile.

After playing with Sheldon in the children's room, Tilda prepared to guide him to the shower.

“Time is passing. Let's head to the shower," she suggested.

Recently, Sheldon insisted on managing his showers independently.

He mentioned that it was a matter of etiquette.

She found it amusing and complied with his request.

However, she consistently disregarded his protest and continued to assist him with his cleanliness once a week.

And during these instances, Sheldon surprisingly found great enjoyment in the experience.

Each time, he found himself lingering in the bathtub for an extended period.

Today, once again, was the day she aided him in his shower routine.

However, he refused her help.

“Tilda, take a break today. I'll enlist Dad's help for cleaning my back," Sheldon remarked with a smile before darting out.

Tilda paused, clutching Sheldon's clothes, her jealousy intensifying with each passing moment.

They say daughters are outgoing; she mused, assuming sons were the same.