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.

Maggie’s attention was captured by Sanford’s voice resonating from his phone

and bags suited for young ladies, and clothes and shoes for a boy around eighteen.

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

“Indeed,” Sanford replied.

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

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

are you babbling about? Don’t let

before he reached

radiated warmth, comforting to the touch. Maggie looked

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

me tonight?” he proposed,