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?

pleasure to

himself before Brian,

sharp black ensemble, his presence was as

his handshake

Fernandez. It’s been a

two men, mirror images in height and

this tranquil

composed, belied the strain in their arms, their muscles contesting in

eyes locked, charged

at the sight of their prolonged