My Bossy CEO Husband by Symon Diller

Chapter 1875

“No, he can’t!”

Tilda and Lyndon answered at the same time.

Lyndon raised an eyebrow and looked at Tilda with inquiring eyes.

Tilda adjusted her glasses and quickly reasoned, “I mean, we have troubled you enough for today, haven’t we? You must be busy.

We don’t want to keep you more from your work.

”

Letting him join them for dinner? There was no way she would allow that.

Lyndon put his hands in his pockets, his lips curling into a smirk at Tilda’s words.

“No matter how busy I am, I still need to have proper meals, don’t I? Didn’t you just say that you are very grateful to me, Miss Larson?

How can you turn me away from your dinner table?”

Tilda gritted her teeth and stared at the man’s calm expression for one tense moment before finally looking away.

you can stay for

Fernandez,” Elma quickly interjected.

have a seat and

will

”

“Thank you.

on the sofa, as if it was the most natural thing for him to

legs, and the space in the living room seemed to shrink at

to the

he barging

little thirsty,” Lyndon

Serving him was the last thing she wanted

a string of expletives and remained rooted to

to the side and raised an eyebrow,

from her, he stood

have

called out,

”

you making?” Lyndon had already popped into

“Oh, just something simple.

you’ll