My Bossy CEO Husband by Symon Diller

Tilda cast a sidelong glance at Lyndon, who hovered at the periphery.

“You should go now.

I can manage on my own,” she said firmly.

Lyndon, with a subtle smile, advanced and began to undo the buttons of her loungewear.

Tilda, taken aback, swiftly intervened, her hand darting out to halt his movements.

“No, I’ve got this,” she protested, wincing as she inadvertently agitated her wound.

Lyndon’s expression softened, concern coloring his tone.

“Why must you always be so headstrong? We’ve been this close before.

There’s no need for modesty now,” he chided gently.

cheeks

been close before,

She was still embarrassed.

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a hint of amusement in his voice, “as a screenwriter who’s penned numerous scenes and witnessed countless more, I’d have thought

”

Tilda got caught off-guard.

she had read countless novels and scripts, but that didn’t mean she’d no longer

resumed their

against her skin, sending

on her chest,

away abruptly, shielding her front from his

you please not stare? It’s different being the subject rather than the

in her undergarments, her delicate frame was illuminated by the soft lighting, highlighting the smoothness of her skin-

made one want to