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.”

very

slightly. “Is it serious?” she asked

my manhood for a

that mean he was

s sexless life if she married

Ayla never expected he would turn out

at the man’s handsome face, she found herself at

looking up at her with a

dishes don’t suit your taste, I’ll have the waiter bring

sat down, and a hint of joy seemed to

Ayla narrowed her eyes and remarked, “Mr. Fernandez, did you mention your waist injury on purpose? Is this your way of telling me to back off? Because it seems like you have no

giving her an appraising glance. She