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

“Is it serious?” she asked

It might affect my manhood for a while,

mean he was

s sexless life if she married

Ayla never expected he would

man’s handsome face, she found herself at a

her with a smile, continued sipping his

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

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

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 interest in dating me

her an appraising glance. She