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.

its departure

remained motionless, watching until the car disappeared from view. Only then did he avert

stature cut a solitary figure

the driver’s

retrieved a wallet from his pocket and

lanky youth in his late teens, standing beside a small, enchanting girl with a

doing well up there? It was you who sent

fingers, long and slender, caressed the photo tenderly, while a

Bentley, Rosalynn, seated beside the driver, her tone icy, instructed, “Please, take

Thank you.”

then turned her gaze to the window, her silence