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.

in her thoughts, Maggie’s attention was captured by Sanford’s voice resonating from his

apparel, shoes, and bags suited for young ladies, and

way to curiosity. Once Sanford ended his call, she asked,

“Indeed,” Sanford replied.

“I’m really sorry about what

attire she and her brother had donned had invoked scorn from the

let the

for a brief moment before he reached out to hold

radiated warmth, comforting to the touch. Maggie looked up

heart brimming with a happiness she had never known

taking good care of me tonight?” he