My Bossy CEO Husband by Symon Diller

Lyndon’s gaze was confident, as if victory was already in his grasp.

Tilda’s thoughts were in turmoil, with an image forcefully coming to mind.

On a dark night, in a confined space, the man ripped her clothes like a beast. Her self-respect and future were shattered.

Tilda’s complexion went white. She set down her fork, stood up, and declared, “Sorry, I don’t need to think it over. I reject your offer.

Please find someone else.”

Rosalynn and Brian entered the car.

Rosalynn shut the door, replaying the recent events in her head.

they’ll make any

seat belt for her and reassured, “Don’t worry.

brought

isn’t that kid quite fascinating? If our future baby is

the seat belt

I sense a bit of grumbling? Do you

off guard, Rosalynn playfully jabbed his chest. “If you keep

his

you’ll end up with wrinkles. Women are so complicated. You’ll end

for words. What an eloquent

“That’s sophistry.”