My Bossy CEO Husband by Symon Diller

A pair embraced tightly, the man lost in a fervor of kisses.

Karina’s eyes popped wide open; she tugged on Rosalynn’s arm, exclaiming, “Look, is that Lyndon? Oh my God! He always seems so unapproachable. Could he really be this wild privately? And the woman with him, she looks familiar. What’s her name?”

“Ivy Larson.”

Rosalynn spoke her name, her brows knitting together as she observed the footage unfurling on the large screen.

What exactly was happening here?

Why was Lyndon with Ivy?

And why was there a live broadcast of it?

together that they might be in the third-floor

further thought, she rose swiftly to her feet, gathering the

Angela’s Library

room, Brian met

you could trip,” he said, steadying her by

It looks

a spectacle wouldn’t normally be his

was someone else’s

who could

Ivy?

of disapproval flickered across Brian’s

and age. Lyndon is of an age to marry. It’s about time