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.

can

Fernandez,” Elma quickly interjected.

seat and wait for a

will be

”

“Thank you.

Lyndon nodded and plopped down on the sofa, as if it was the most natural thing

had long legs, and the space in the living room

stayed to the side, fuming in

was he barging

little thirsty,” Lyndon

him was the

of expletives and

side and raised an eyebrow,

passed with no reaction from her, he stood up and said, “All right, I’ll get

can I have a glass

busily puttering around the kitchen, called out, “Yes,

”

are you making?” Lyndon had already popped into the

“Oh, just something simple.

hope you’ll