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 to break the

already talked to

”

together tightly, his silence speaking volumes as he grappled with

hadn’t intended to get out of the car, but an uneasy feeling had gnawed at him, urging

Sanford could only speculate on the

f their exchange.

matters, Karl’s persistence

if Maggie would have entertained Karl’s advances

Maggie had

sensing Sanford’s growing detachment, reached out and gently tugged on his sleeve,

angry again? Please, don’t

hearing her gentle tone, let out a

decisive move, he pulled over to

him and the seat, his gaze piercing into hers