My Bossy CEO Husband

Chapter 1837

Brian nodded, advising, “Tell your dad to look after his girlfriend well.”

Sheldon grinned. “Will do.”

Tilda, caught off guard while eating, watched Rosalynn and Brian leave together. She then turned to Sheldon. “Sheldon, who are you calling dad?”

Sheldon giggled and said, “Tilda, Mr. Fernandez said he’d be my dad.”

Tilda looked slightly taken aback. “Sheldon, you’re making things up again. I’m going to get upset.”

Sheldon clamped his mouth shut, giving Lyndon a look of upset.

Lyndon gently patted his head and pulled out a pair of Bluetooth headphones from his pocket, placing them in Sheldon’s ears. “Hey Sheldon, listen to some music for a bit, okay?”

He played some tunes on his phone. Sheldon just blinked, staying silent and sitting still.

Lyndon turned to Tilda. “Miss Larson, do you have something against me?”

Tilda fiddled with her glasses, looking down to mask her feelings.

“It's more that | don’t really know you.”

Lyndon responded, “Rosalynn mentioned you’re not keen on marriage, right?”

“Yes.”

“Well, that makes two of us,” Lyndon said, catching Tilda off guard as she looked up at him.

Lyndon gazed at her and remarked, “Sheldon’s a great kid, but he’s had a tough time. Miss Larson, how about we make a deal?” “A deal?”

“Let's get married and take care of Sheldon together.”

He wanted to get married?

Tilda’s expression shifted. “Mr. Fernandez...”

“Please, hear me out,” Lyndon cut in.

“Like | said, neither of us are into marriage, so there’s no pressure. Our marriage would be just an agreement. | promise not to overstep any boundaries. And if someday you find someone you truly want to marry, we'll get a divorce, no strings attached. I'll stick to my word.”

Lyndon’s gaze sharpened, his voice calm and steady.

Tilda was shocked, her fingers instinctively tightening.

“hy 2"

“Because my family is pressuring me to marry. | want to put an end to it,” Lyndon answered honestly. Tilda pressed her lips together. “You could marry someone you Love.”

Awoman he loved?

He had someone in mind.

But...

A flicker of pain crossed Lyndon’s eyes, swiftly vanishing.

“Miss Larson, please consider my offer.”

Tilda glanced at him, shaking her head. “I’m sorry. | can’t marry you.”

Lyndon’s dark eyes were unwavering. “You're Sheldon’s guardian, aren’t you?” Tilda stiffened. “Yes.”

“He’s intelligent and emotionally mature. Children Like him are often very sensitive. Do you really want to raise him alone, exposing him to judgment for not having a father?” Lyndon questioned.

Tilda’s complexion lost its color. She looked at the boy engrossed in music, her hands clenching. Seeing her reaction, Lyndon pressed on, “Sheldon is fond of me.

Perhaps it’s destiny. Agree to my proposal, and you can name your terms.”