My Bossy CEO Husband by Symon Diller

Alone, she surveyed the grand estate, plucking a crimson rose and idly twirling it between her fingers.

As the apple of the eye of the Moreno family, she would tolerate no threat.

Meanwhile, in the hospital, Brian finally came back with the food Lyndon required.

At that moment, Rosalynn sat by Lyndon’s side, engaged in gentle conversation.

Lyndon, with a soft smile playing on his lips, observed Rosalynn under the soft glow of the Lamplight, their scene resembling a cozy painting.

Jealousy gnawed at Brian, yet he quelled it and strode through the door, declaring, “Have a taste.”

His face etched with displeasure, Lyndon greeted his sour expression with a teasing smile, “Mr. Hughes, your efforts are most commendable.

honor to try the food you’ve so

with cool detachment, “Don’t mention it.

E L A ‘s

remarked lightly, “It appears I should be thanking Rosa for

plainly, “Just so

as Rosalynn set about unpacking

up while it’s warm,” she

and intervened, seizing the bowl

“I’ll take over.”

a glance at

Feeding me, are

shot back, “Getting your