My Bossy CEO Husband by Symon Diller

After wrapping up the car purchase, Sanford decided it was time for a celebratory dinner.

“Bart, steer the new ride and tail me; we’re hitting Atera Restaurant,”

Sanford proposed.

“Sounds like a plan,” Bart replied, the excitement in his eyes unwavering. He hopped in the driver’s seat of the fresh-off-the-lot car and tagged along behind Sanford.

As Maggie reclined in the passenger seat next to Sanford, she found it more relaxing to ride shotgun than take the wheel herself.

The thought of owning such a high-end car seemed somewhat pointless; she would only drive if absolutely necessary.

her thoughts, Maggie’s attention was captured

for young ladies, and clothes

ended his call, she asked, “Are you buying clothes for Bart

“Indeed,” Sanford replied.

fiddled with her fingers, her gaze dropping. “I’m really

and her brother had donned had invoked scorn from the saleswoman, and she feared that they had tarnished Sanford’s reputation in the

you babbling about? Don’t let the

before he reached out to hold

radiated warmth, comforting to the touch. Maggie

you,” she said, her heart brimming with a happiness she

of me tonight?” he proposed,