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

dishes will

”

“Thank you.

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

long legs, and the space in the living

the

was he barging into her

thirsty,”

it all to hell! Serving him was the last

expletives and remained

and raised

he

I have

around the kitchen, called out, “Yes, yes! I’ll bring

”

are you making?” Lyndon had already popped into the kitchen

“Oh, just something simple.

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