"There's no need," Tilda said lightly, hiding her amusement. "Your dad will be joining us for dinner later."

Sheldon let out a loud protest. "You're going out for dinner without me? That's so unfair! Now I'm mad!"

Tilda laughed, quickly reassuring him. "I'm sorry, sweetie! I've been so busy today that I forgot to tell you not to eat dinner yet. Next time, I promise I'll bring you along."

Sheldon's voice softened. "Fine. Elma says you and Dad are dating, and I might be getting a little brother or sister soon. So, I'll let you two spend more time together. I don't want to be a third wheel!"

Tilda froze, momentarily speechless. Sheldon's change of topic caught her off guard.

"You're not a third wheel," she managed to say, laughing. "You'll always be Mommy's little darling."

"Well, since you're being so sweet to me, I'll forgive you," Sheldon teased, his voice exaggeratedly high-pitched. "Go ahead, have your romantic dinner with Dad!"

Tilda couldn't stop smiling as she hung up the phone. She felt lighthearted, her son's antics lifting her mood. She grabbed her bag, slid into her car, and headed to the restaurant Corrine had booked for the evening.

It was a newly opened, high-end dining spot with a sleek and modern design.

When Tilda arrived, she spotted Keanu stepping out of a taxi. "Keanu," Tilda called as she stepped out of her car.

Hearing his name, Keanu turned, his face Lighting up when he saw her.

"Good evening, Tilda."

"Good evening," she replied, smiling warmly as they walked into the restaurant together.

The staff greeted them warmly, leading them toward the private dining room.

As they passed one of the rooms, a waitress hurriedly stepped out, carrying a large tray. In her haste, she bumped into Tilda, spilling the tray's contents onto her clothes.

Tilda winced, instinctively stepping back as liquid splattered onto her outfit. She furrowed her brow, trying to steady herself.

Keanu was at her side in an instant, his hand on her arm.

"Careful! Are you okay?" "I'm fine," Tilda said, brushing herself off.

But her tone betrayed her frustration as she glanced down at her now-stained blouse.

Tilda frowned at the mess.

Keanu quickly pulled a tissue from his pocket. "Here, let me help—"

"I'LL do it myself," Tilda interrupted, taking the tissue from him and dabbing at the stain.

Keanu turned to the waitress, his tone sharp. "You need to be more careful!"

"I'm so sorry, Mrs. Fernandez. It wasn't intentional!" the waitress apologized quickly.