My Bossy CEO Husband

Chapter 1833

“Where at?”

“The Owmale Hotel.”

“I'll be there shortly.”

Rosalynn hung up, a curious thought crossing her mind.

Was it just her imagination, or did Tilda sound a bit anxious?

“Ma’am, will Tilda be here soon?” Sheldon inquired.

“Yes, she will.” Rosalynn regained her focus and nodded.

Sheldon turned to Lyndon and remarked, “Tilda isn’t fond of you at the moment. You need to figure out how to change that soon.” Lyndon chuckled. Chasing after Tilda wasn’t in his plans.

Brian fiddled with his coffee cup.

“Lyndon, you should heed your son’s advice. Work on winning her over quickly, or I’ll keep arranging blind dates for you.” Lyndon’s expression soured. “Shut up!”

Sheldon rolled his eyes and playfully said, “Dad, he has a point. Or are you looking for a stepmom for me?”Content is property of NôvelDrama.Org.

Lyndon found himself at a loss for words.

Now, Sheldon had naturally assumed the role of his son!

Lyndon wanted to correct him, but considering Sheldon’s pitiful background, he gently pinched his cheek and said, “You sure love to talk.”

Sheldon puckered his lips and replied, “Tilda often says | talk a lot too. You and she are alike in that way!”

Again, Lyndon was left speechless.

How did that make any sense?

This brat was really keen on playing matchmaker!

As the dishes Brian ordered arrived, Rosalynn asked, “Sheldon, do you want me to help you eat?”

Before Sheldon could respond, Brian cut in, “You need to rest, you’re pregnant. Let Sheldon’s dad help him.”

Sheldon had initially intended to assert that he could handle it on his own, but he suppressed those words and instead gazed at Lyndon with anticipation.

Lyndon looked at Brian with a cool gaze and chose not to engage in an argument.