Tilda gave him a knowing look. "Should I make you another plate?"

Lyndon visibly froze. "Honey, I'm full. Just get me another glass of water instead."

Tilda smirked, unable to resist teasing him. "Are you full from the pasta or from all the water?"

Lyndon blinked. "The answer doesn't matter. What matters is that I'm full."

Tilda chuckled but let it go. Gathering all the leftover pasta into one plate, she carried it to the kitchen, planning to make a fresh batch for him.

Meanwhile, Rita, sipping her water, secretly felt pleased after witnessing Tilda's lack of cooking skills.

Feigning concern, she commented, "Mrs. Fernandez has always lived a spoiled life. It's no surprise that cooking isn't her strength."

Casper, still dealing with the lingering saltiness in his mouth, frowned, a flicker of disdain crossing his eyes.

Glancing at Lyndon, he said, "Lyndon, is something wrong with your taste buds? How can you actually enjoy something this salty?"

Lyndon casually reached for a napkin with his long fingers, dabbing his mouth before tossing it aside.

"One day, when you're married, you'll get it. When someone you love puts in effort, it doesn't matter if the food is too salty. Even if it were poison, I'd eat it just to make her happy."

Hearing Lyndon's response, Casper couldn't help but roll his eyes. "Lyndon, you're such a hopeless romantic."

Lyndon raised an eyebrow, a hint of amusement flickering across his face. "A hopeless romantic?"

"Yeah!" Casper insisted. "You just said you'd eat anything your wife cooks, even if it's poisoned! If that's not being a hopeless romantic, then what is?"

Lyndon's lips curved slightly. "Is that so?"

"Absolutely!" Casper exclaimed. "If you think her cooking is terrible, just tell her! If you keep indulging her like this, she'll never improve, and you'll be the one suffering."

Lyndon casually crossed one leg over the other, looking unbothered. "Casper, you've never had a girlfriend, have you?"

Casper stiffened, a flush creeping up his neck. "Uh... no.

Lyndon nodded knowingly. "That's why you don't understand. This is what one calls romance. Maybe try getting a girlfriend someday and see for yourself."

Casper was momentarily speechless.

For crying out loud! This wasn't the so-called romance at all.

Lyndon was just making excuses for his foolish behavior! Casper grumbled silently, his frustration palpable.

Meanwhile, Rita had been quietly listening, her eyes lowered but her mind racing.

She didn't care whether Lyndon was a romantic or a fool. ALL she saw was a man who adored his wife with a tenderness that left her envious.