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.”

was a very important region to men. If it was hurt, their ability

slightly. “Is it serious?” she asked

soup. “Not too bad. It might affect my manhood

mean he

sexless life if she married

pity! Ayla never expected he would turn

she found herself

up at her with a smile, continued sipping

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

he had said since they sat down, and a hint of joy seemed

remarked, “Mr. Fernandez, did you mention your waist injury on purpose? Is this

paused, giving her an appraising glance.