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

”

pool and she was

the tender pressure of his mouth on hers earlier, the memory of that gentle kiss before her

constricted as she nervously swallowed, her cheeks flushing with a sudden

hastily turned

a bath,” she announced for want

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run the water

”

twitched into a subtle, knowing smile as he turned and

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

like he was determined to share

could she be expected to just go

was how he wanted

gleam settled

burning cheeks then turned around and went to her room to get a change

This was no biggie.