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.

attention was captured by

for young ladies, and clothes and shoes for a boy around eighteen. Get them sent to

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

“Indeed,” Sanford replied.

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

plain attire she and her brother had donned had invoked scorn from the saleswoman, and

you babbling about? Don’t let the opinions of

he reached out to hold

radiated warmth, comforting to the touch. Maggie looked up

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

case, how about taking good care of me