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?

seemed to lurk a shadow of fear and…

be that Tilda harbored

Rosalynn doubted that.

in a sharp, dark suit, standing with an air

admiring glances he drew from the surrounding

could have misjudged Tilda’s attitude towards

E L A ‘s L I

was unthinkable for Tilda to bear any ill

mind. She didn’t intend to…

words faltered, her lips hesitating, a tinge of embarrassment

hers with a questioning

what of her?”