My Bossy CEO Husband by Symon Diller

Surprised by her reaction, Rosalynn and the others could only watch.

Regaining some semblance of calm, Tilda tucked her hair back and, with a ghostly pallor, apologized, “I’m sorry, I’m not comfortable being touched,” before retreating swiftly.

Lyndon’s brow creased in confusion as he watched her rapid exit.

Lips pressed together, Rosalynn was Lost in contemplation.

Larson was Tilda’s last name. Lyndon had called her Miss Larson.

Could it be that Tilda belonged to Skrix’s Larson family?

Were she and Ivy half-siblings?

earlier, there seemed to lurk a shadow of fear and… a

Tilda harbored hatred

Rosalynn doubted that.

Lyndon. His presence was striking, clad in a sharp, dark suit,

drew from the surrounding women spoke volumes

have misjudged Tilda’s

N G E L A ‘s L I B R

to bear any

please, pay my sister no mind.

a tinge of

eyes met hers with a questioning

what of her?” he