My Bossy CEO Husband by Symon Diller

“Mrs. Larson, I don’t…”

“Barnes, now that Lyndon and my daughter have come this far, why don’t we consider setting a date for their wedding?”

Before Lyndon could complete his sentence, Wilton spoke to Barnes.

At this point, Barnes couldn’t help but smile as he attentively considered Wilton’s proposition.

Lyndon’s scowl deepened.

“Hold on! Dad, Mr. Larson, what’s this discussion about? When did I become involved with Miss Larson to this extent? Why has marriage come into the conversation all of a sudden?”

Ivy, standing beside her mother, murmured timidly, “Lyndon, just a moment ago, you and I…”

hid her face, leaving her words unfinished, but the implication was clear

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the sight of her

hearing Kyson’s words, ascending to the third floor. Entering the lounge, he

words, embraced him, and kissed

in disgust, pushing her

a fleeting second, he thought

longing, he embraced and kissed her in his

Ivy for Rosanna in his drunk

Impossible!

alcohol to be so

Then, what was it?