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.

away briskly, its departure marked by

did he avert his eyes and make his way to his

cut a solitary figure

settled into the driver’s seat,

retrieved a wallet from his pocket and took

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

up there? It

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

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

Thank you.”

the window, her silence a