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…”

her words unfinished, but the implication was clear to any

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expression turned stormy at the sight of her in his suit jacket, her chest

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

some heartfelt words,

her away, and then his

fleeting second, he thought

longing, he embraced and

mistaken Ivy for Rosanna

Impossible!

enough alcohol to be so befuddled as to

Then, what was it?