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.”

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

expression shifted slightly. “Is it serious?” she asked

served himself some soup. “Not too bad. It might affect my manhood for

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

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

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

giving her an appraising glance.