My Bossy CEO Husband by Symon Diller

“Of course. Rosa once saved my life, a debt I’m bound to honor. Should she call, I’m at her service.”

His tone was steady, yet it bore an edge of irrefutable resolve.

Brian’s hold on Rosalynn’s shoulder tightened instinctively.

He sensed Lyndon’s underlying interest in his wife, an irritation to any husband.

“Mr. Fernandez, no imposition is necessary. As her husband, I am quite capable of attending to my wife’s needs.”

With that, he ushered Rosalynn towards their car without another word.

Rosalynn turned around, offering Lyndon a courteous smile before slipping into the car.

vehicle pulled away briskly, its departure

then did he avert his eyes and

tall stature cut a solitary figure against

into the driver’s

retrieved a wallet from his pocket

within it was a lanky youth in his late teens, standing beside a small,

are you doing well up

fingers, long and slender, caressed the photo tenderly, while a complex blend of love and sorrow

the driver, her tone icy, instructed, “Please, take me back to the

Thank you.”

then turned her gaze to the window, her silence a clear barrier