My Bossy CEO Husband by Symon Diller

Chapter 1983

With that, she hurried to the front desk, her heart pounding in her chest as she handed the pastries to the receptionist.

Sanford’s expression remained unchanged as he turned on his heel and strode out of the studio.

Maggie whispered greetings to the receptionist before following after him.

As Maggie settled into the passenger seat, Sanford turned to her, his voice softening slightly.

“Where do you live?”

“Just in the apartment building up ahead,” Maggie replied, her voice barely above a whisper.

Sanford didn’t utter a word as he started the car, the engine’s hum filling the uneasy silence between them.

The vehicle moved forward, but the atmosphere inside remained thick with tension, suffocating in its intensity.

stern set of Sanford’s jaw, Maggie felt compelled

talked to

”

speaking volumes as he grappled

gnawed at him,

hear Maggie’s conversation with Karl, Sanford could only speculate on the nature

f their exchange.

matters, Karl’s persistence grated on

between frustration and longing, Sanford couldn’t help but wonder if

Maggie had moved on

and gently tugged on his sleeve,

Please, don’t be mad,” she

tone, let out a

move, he pulled over to

him and the seat, his gaze piercing into