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.

thoughts, Maggie’s attention was captured by Sanford’s voice resonating

need a selection of fashionable apparel, shoes, and bags suited for young ladies, and clothes and shoes for a boy around eighteen. Get them sent

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

“Indeed,” Sanford replied.

gaze dropping. “I’m really sorry about what

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

let the opinions of lesser minds affect

met hers for a brief moment before he reached out to hold her

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

heart brimming with a happiness she had never

me tonight?”