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.

the stern set of Sanford’s jaw, Maggie felt compelled to break

already talked

”

together tightly, his silence speaking volumes

gnawed at him, urging him to confront the growing

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

f their exchange.

to clarify matters, Karl’s persistence grated on Sanford’s

but wonder if Maggie

It seemed Maggie had

reached out and gently tugged on his sleeve, her

you angry again? Please, don’t be mad,”

let

a decisive move, he pulled over to the side of the

him and the seat, his gaze piercing