My Bossy CEO Husband by Symon Diller

The waiter swiftly brought out the dishes, all pre-ordered by Lyndon.

Glancing at the dishes, Ayla frowned slightly.

Despite the place’s reputation for delicate dishes, what lay on the table seemed far from refined.

Chicken, duck, fish, oysters, mutton, leek- quite a variety, but lacking the expected finesse.

“Mr. Fernandez, your taste is quite unique,” she remarked, eyeing the unfamiliar soup on the table.

Lyndon explained, “I had a mishap a few months back, injured my waist. The doctor suggested a diet heavy on nutrients for recovery.”

deal! The waist was a very important region to

shifted slightly. “Is it

affect my manhood for

he was

s sexless life if

a pity! Ayla never expected he would turn out

she found herself at

looking up at her with a

why not try something? If these dishes don’t suit your taste, I’ll

said since they sat down, and a

waist injury on purpose? Is this your

paused, giving her an appraising glance.