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.

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detachment, “Don’t mention it.

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continued as Rosalynn set about unpacking the

up while

her, on the verge of feeding Lyndon, and intervened, seizing the bowl of porridge from her

“I’ll take over.”

cast a glance

me,

shot back, “Getting your