My Bossy CEO Husband by Symon Diller

Lyndon retorted, “Is that so? If a couple sleeps in separate rooms, it’s usually because they just had an argument, or one of them suffers from an illness, such as snoring, that disturbs the other person’s sleep.

Tell me, which of these scenarios applies to us?”

Tilda choked on her words, her beautiful eyes flickering about the room.

“There’s another scenario you forgot to mention.

It’s more comfortable to sleep in separate rooms!”

Even though they lived under the same roof, she wasn’t used to having him in her space, so now having to spend the night in the same bed left her feeling unnerved.

Lyndon continued staring at Tilda, his hold on her waist tightening.

“Tilda, do you feel uncomfortable being with me?”

The warmth of Lyndon’s body radiated against hers, his closeness sending a wave of heat through her skin, as if his very presence was infusing her with a gentle, comforting warmth that seeped deep into her pores.

Tilda’s gaze dropped further, her head bowing in a subtle gesture of surrender, as if she sought to flee from the intensity of the moment and the emotions that threatened to overwhelm her.

With a tender touch, Lyndon guided Tilda’s chin upwards, his eyes locking onto hers as he spoke in a soft, persuasive tone.

we’re already married, so you need to get used to my

”

pool and she was in danger

to Lyndon’s lips, her mind wandering back to the tender pressure of his mouth on hers earlier, the memory of that gentle

constricted as she nervously swallowed, her cheeks flushing with

hastily turned

going to take a bath,” she announced for

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run the

”

a subtle, knowing smile as he turned

Tilda’s legs buckled and she had to grab onto the wall to steady

it feel like he was

was not their normal routine, so how could she be expected

if that was how he wanted

gleam settled

and went to her room to

This was no biggie.