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?

what a pleasure

before Brian,

sharp black ensemble, his presence was

his handshake with a steady

Fernandez. It’s been a

other soul. Together, the two men, mirror

this tranquil facade,

strain in their

charged with an intangible

creased at the sight of their prolonged