My Bossy CEO Husband by Symon Diller

The little guy’s impatience surfaced as he hugged his arms, emphasizing his discontent.

Thoroughly amused, Lyndon asked, “Tell me, what’s so special about her?”

After a brief contemplation, the little guy shared, “She smells really nice. I love hugging her the most when I sleep.”

Lyndon couldn’t help but be amused.

Well, that could be considered an endearing quality!

The little guy’s expression shifted, a hint of disappointment coloring his features. “It’s a shame she said I’m grown up now and won’t sleep with me starting this year,”

smile, prodding,

more. “She speaks really gently, and when she smiles, there are two dents on

pointed to his face,

in his mind; a girl with dimples must look

at writing stories. She promised to

again picturing the image of the girl in his

little guy, appeared to be a girl with a warm

was evident that the boy held a deep attachment

anything else?” Lyndon probed

stating,

raised an intrigued eyebrow, prompting, “What’s

set the kitchen on fire,” the little guy