My Bossy CEO Husband by Symon Diller

Chapter 1985

“It’s the traffic police.

”

Maggie’s face went crimson as she hurriedly fixed her blouse, feeling totally embarrassed after Sanford had undone it.

Sanford took a deep breath, draping his jacket over her, and hit the button to bring the seat back up.

Thankfully, the car windows were tinted.

Nobody outside could see what was going on in here.

Once Sanford calmed down a bit, he opened the car door and stepped out.

“Sir, you can’t park here.

Let me see your driver’s license, please.

”

gave Sanford a strict

“Sorry about that, officer.

”

the ticket,

face was

jacket tighter, wishing she

Sanford was in high

your place

“Yep,” Maggie replied quietly.

Sanford drove into the

was

awesome loft, with super high ceilings

door open and handed Sanford a pair

eyebrow, pondering if he should start stashing

“Have a seat.