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.

course, you can stay for dinner,

Fernandez,” Elma quickly interjected.

have a seat and wait for

dishes will be

”

“Thank you.

plopped down on the sofa, as if it was the most natural thing for

space in the living room seemed to shrink

stayed to the side, fuming in

he barging

little thirsty,” Lyndon suddenly

hell! Serving him was the

of expletives and remained

his to the side and raised

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

can I have a glass of

around the kitchen, called out, “Yes, yes!

”

making?” Lyndon had already popped into the kitchen and

“Oh, just something simple.

you’ll