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.

to align so closely with

he prompted, starting to

“Dad, you forgot to cool it down, Tilda always

Lyndon nodded and gently blew on the soup. “How

the soup.

a loss for words at Sheldon’s

observed Lyndon caring for the little boy with a warmth

that if Lyndon and Tilda were indeed an item, this boy should be regarded as their

said, placing food

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

in his voice. “Well, when his dad achieves his goal, that