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.”

The waist was a very important region to men.

“Is it serious?”

affect my manhood for a while, but the

mean he was

sexless life if she

expected he would turn out

face, she found herself at a loss for

her with a smile,

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

was the most he had said since they sat down, and a hint of joy

your waist injury on purpose? Is this your way of telling me to back off? Because it seems

paused, giving her an appraising glance. She was