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.

captured by Sanford’s voice resonating from

fashionable apparel, shoes, and bags suited for young ladies, and clothes and shoes for a

Sanford ended his call, she asked, “Are you buying clothes

“Indeed,” Sanford replied.

with her fingers, her gaze dropping. “I’m really sorry about what happened at the

from the saleswoman, and she feared that they had tarnished Sanford’s reputation in the

babbling about? Don’t let the opinions

met hers for a brief moment before he reached out to

hand radiated warmth, comforting to the touch. Maggie looked up at him, gratitude

thank you,” she said, her heart brimming with

taking good care of me tonight?” he