My Bossy CEO Husband by Symon Diller

He served a bowl of soup to Sheldon, suggesting gently, “Here, have some soup.”

Sheldon eyed the bowl and remarked, “Oh good. No scallions in this.”

Lyndon’s eyebrows lifted in mild surprise. “You’re not a fan of scallions either?”

“Nope, not at all.”

Lyndon muttered to himself, “He’s just like me!”

“Tilda mentioned that Sheldon is quite particular about his food.”

Rosalynn had shared with him the foods Sheldon disliked, and Lyndon found it unexpected.

eating preferences to

open up,” he prompted, starting to feed

brow and pointed out, “Dad, you forgot to cool it down,

nodded and gently blew on the soup. “How

the soup. “You catch on

at a loss

for the little boy with a warmth that reminded

help but think that if Lyndon and Tilda were indeed an item, this boy should

Brian said, placing food

couple of bites, Rosalynn’s gaze landed on Sheldon. “He’s absolutely adorable. I’d love to take him

hint of amusement in his voice. “Well, when his dad achieves his