My Bossy CEO Husband by Symon Diller

Concerned the boy’s parents might be worried, Lyndon had the boy call them first to ensure his safety.

Initially, Lyndon wondered if the little guy would remember the phone number of his parents.

But, despite his young age, the boy seemed smart and recalled the number with ease.

“And who is Tilda?”

Lyndon wasn’t in a hurry to leave either. Instead, he asked with great interest.

The boy blinked his big eyes and said in a youthful tone, “Tilda is my wife.”

Lyndon was momentarily stunned, gazing at the little guy’s delicate face before bursting into laughter.

wife? But why are you helping

guy fixed his gaze on Lyndon and replied, “I’ll lend her to you for a while. Help Tilda raise me, and

left speechless at such an

really something a four-year-old would

danced in Lyndon’s eyes, causing his chest to shake with

Lyndon’s laughter without any immediate response, the little guy crossed his arms, a look of pride on

You can

his throat, attempting

me to be her

little guy assessed him from head to toe, extending his right hand in a

than me. Tilda adores me the most, and since you bear a resemblance to me, she should fancy you too. She would only