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 tinged with

they had been close before, but familiarity

She was still embarrassed.

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

”

Tilda got caught off-guard.

but that didn’t mean she’d no longer mind what Lyndon

her lips as Lyndon’s hands resumed

against her skin, sending a shiver down her

on her chest,

away abruptly, shielding her front

subject rather than the observer,” she admonished, her voice a mix

frame was illuminated by the soft lighting, highlighting the smoothness of her skin- an image both fragile and

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