My Bossy CEO Husband by Symon Diller

“Yes, I was just coming down for some water.”

Lyndon adorned himself in a black silk loungewear, his gaze tender and brows relaxed.

“Good night, then.”

“Sweet dreams.”

Lyndon observed her retreat upstairs before descending himself.

Catching Brian’s icy stare, he grinned knowingly.

“It appears Mr. Hughes might find slumber elusive tonight.”

his expression retaining its customary

I’ve

from the dispenser,

Does that not make it

scoffed, “I surmise you’re having

and

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our collective insomnia, why not indulge in a drink?”

“If you extend the

in the

we waiting for, then? Let’s

glass, Lyndon headed to the wine cabinet to procure