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.”

That was a big deal! The waist was a very important region to men. If

expression shifted slightly. “Is it serious?” she

too bad. It might affect my manhood for a while, but the doctor

that mean he

live s sexless

Ayla never expected he would

man’s handsome face, she found herself

looking up at her with a smile,

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

had said since they sat down, and a hint of joy seemed to play across

Fernandez, did you mention your waist injury on purpose? Is this your way of telling me to

her an appraising glance. She was