My Bossy CEO Husband by Symon Diller

One by one, Lyndon presented the women to Rosalynn, all distinguished figures from Skrix society.

She greeted each with a courteous nod and a practiced smile.

However, upon meeting the last woman’s gaze, her smile faded slightly.

It was Ivy Larson.

The memory of their last uncomfortable encounter lingered in Rosalynn’s mind.

Caught off guard by Rosalynn’s status as a Moreno, Ivy’s face bore a tinge of awkwardness.

“Miss Moreno,” she greeted.

refer to me as Rosalynn,” she stated

features. Under her composed exterior, irritation simmered. Rosalynn’s disregard for her goodwill

been a Moreno, would she have bothered conversing

E L A ‘s L I B R A R

upon a chair, altered Ivy’s expression

Her presence was puzzling.

been enjoying the company of

to acquaint you with some friends,” Rosalynn offered,

Lyndon’s

“Miss Larson?”

strained smile, Tilda excused herself, “Pardon me,

her foot colliding