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Concerned the boy’s parents might be worried, Lyndon had the boy call them first to ensure his safety. Initially, Lyndon wondered if the little guy would remember the phone number of his parents.

But, despite his young age, the boy seemed smart and recalled the number with ease.

“And who is Tilda?”

Lyndon wasn't in a hurry to leave either. Instead, he asked with great interest.

The boy blinked his big eyes and said in a youthful tone, “Tilda is my wife.”

Lyndon was momentarily stunned, gazing at the little guy’s delicate face before bursting into laughter. “Your wife? But why are you helping her find a boyfriend?”

The little guy fixed his gaze on Lyndon and replied, “I'll lend her to you for a while. Help Tilda raise me, and when | grow up, you can return her to me.”

Lyndon was left speechless at such an unexpected proposition.

Was this really something a four-year-old would say?

Amusement danced in Lyndon’s eyes, causing his chest to shake with laughter.

Observing Lyndon’s laughter without any immediate response, the little guy crossed his arms, a look of pride on his face. “Don’t underestimate it. Tilda is beautiful and gentle. You can have my wife first! It’s a fair deal for you.”

Lyndon’s smile broadened, and he cleared his throat, attempting to stifle his laughter.Content (C) Nôv/elDra/ma.Org.

“Why did you choose me to be her boyfriend?”

The little guy assessed him from head to toe, extending his right hand in a sweeping gesture.

“| reckon you're not much less handsome than me. Tilda adores me the most, and since you bear a resemblance to me, she should fancy you too. She would only be open to accepting your help in financially supporting me and Grandma Elma if she likes you.”

Lyndon finally grasped the little guy’s intentions.

The boy aimed to secure a boyfriend for Tilda, factoring in her preferences, and Lyndon had been selected due to his appealing looks.

The realization left Lyndon feeling oddly honored-a unique and amusing experience for him. Intrigued, he couldn't help but ponder: Who exactly was Tilda?

His mother or sister, perhaps? Lyndon scrutinized the little guy, and to his surprise, the boy’s eyebrows and eyes bore a striking resemblance to his own!

“Why the silence? Tilda is truly wonderful, and it’s an honor for you to be chosen by me.”