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.

faltered, her cheeks tinged with

been close before,

She was still embarrassed.

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a hint of amusement in his voice, “as a screenwriter who’s

”

Tilda got caught off-guard.

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

hands resumed their work, peeling

cool air brushed against her skin, sending

lingered on her chest,

turned away abruptly, shielding her front from

stare? It’s different being the subject rather than the observer,” she admonished, her voice a mix of

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

want to hold