My Bossy CEO Husband by Symon Diller

Elma still held onto the hope of a happy marriage for the kind girl Tilda.

And the man they swa today seemed to be a gentleman of noble standing.

Elma couldn’t help but wish for them to unite, especially for the child’s sake.

At night, in the villa of the Moreno family.

Rosalynn was wide awake. Having rested well earlier, she was now eagerly sketching designs on her drawing board.

Keegan had taken over most of her tasks, but she couldn’t resist asking to do some work, indulging in drafting a few designs.

Her family and friends’ advice to cut down on phone use left her with ample time to spare.

The room was enveloped in silence, broken only by the sound of her pencil strokes.

to drink some water, only to find her

it was already ten o’clock and that Brian hadn’t returned from his

spotted Lyndon selecting a bottle of wine

“Sleep eludes you?”

inquired, noticing Rosalynn

water,” Rosalynn replied, gesturing with the glass

and asked, “So, what happened with you and Tilda earlier

a second before admitting,

didn’t want to

about dating. I proposed