My Bossy CEO Husband by Symon Diller

“I know Mr. Hughes. It would be discourteous to leave without a proper farewell.”

With that, he gently patted her hand, swung the door open, and stepped out.

Rosalynn, in haste, pushed her own door open and followed suit.

Brian wore a white shirt paired with black trousers, his stature tall and lean, exuding an aura of cool detachment.

His gaze fell upon a robust figure alighting from the vehicle, eyes dark and fathomless.

There he was!

Lyndon Fernandez!

What were the odds?

Hughes, what a pleasure

himself before Brian, hand

a sharp black ensemble, his presence

met his handshake with a

Mr. Fernandez. It’s

deserted road bore no other soul. Together, the two men, mirror images in height and build, composed a

this tranquil facade,

strain in

locked, charged with

the sight of their