Lyndon grinned playfully. "Then why's your grip on my waist so firm? Doesn't that scream worry?"

Tilda opened her mouth but found no comeback, starting to loosen her hold.

As if he'd predicted it, Lyndon let out a low laugh, securing Sheldon in one arm while keeping her hand pressed against his waist with the other, refusing to let her slip away.

Sheldon, nestled in Lyndon's hold, clung tighter to his neck. "Dad, maybe you should set me down."

He was starting to think that with all of Lyndon's focus on Tilda, Lyndon might accidentally drop him!

"You don't have to hold on so tight. I'm not that weak-I could carry both of you and still run a lap around this estate." Lyndon's voice carried a teasing lilt as he felt the small arms wrapped tightly around his neck.

Sheldon, however, refused to ease his grip. "Love makes people do foolish things, Dad. What if you get distracted and accidentally drop me?"

A playful glint flickered in Lyndon's eyes. He loosened his hold just slightly.

Sheldon let out a frightened yelp, clinging even tighter, his small arms practically strangling Lyndon.

Lyndon let out a low laugh and bounced him up slightly. "Are you really that scared?"

Sheldon huffed, exasperated. He turned to Tilda for help. "Mom, can you do something about this guy?"

Tilda, watching their interaction, burst into Laughter. She feigned a stern look at Lyndon. "Don't scare him."

Lyndon blinked his eyes in mock innocence. "Scare him? I'm just teaching him a valuable lesson."

Tilda arched an eyebrow. "Oh? And what lesson is that?"

Lyndon's tone was light but firm. "That no matter what happens, he can always trust his parents."

Tilda was speechless for a second. He certainly had a way with words.

As the afternoon sun bathed the estate in a golden glow, the three of them strolled leisurely through the vast grounds, their Laughter echoing softly amidst the rustling trees.

When they grew tired, they found a shady spot beneath a willow tree and sat down, soaking in the rare, tranquil moment.

Meanwhile, in another part of the resort, Casper had just finished settling Rita into her room.

Though labeled as a standard room, the space was anything but. With furnishings that rivaled five-star hotels, the luxury was undeniable.

Rita took in the elegant decor, the plush bedding, and the crystal chandelier hanging above.

"The wealthy really know how to live," she thought, silently marveling at her surroundings.

If she had never met Lyndon, would she ever have had the chance to stay in a place like this?

Casper glanced at his watch. "Rita, feel free to explore on your own. I need to go meet with my client."