My Bossy CEO Husband by Symon Diller

Tilda swallowed hard, her eyes shut tightly, mentally transporting herself anywhere but there.

If she could detach from the moment, perhaps it wouldn’t feel so overwhelming.

Lyndon carefully stripped away her remaining clothes, his movements gentle yet deliberate.

He then lifted her smoothly, lowering her into the warm bath.

The water rose to embrace her, soothing her immediate embarrassment under its protective cover, though she remained acutely aware of her vulnerability.

Below the surface, the contours of her body were just obscured enough to draw Lyndon’s eye even more compellingly.

He had moderated the water level carefully, ensuring it wasn’t too high to irritate her wound, yet enough to maintain her modesty to some extent.

Lyndon watched her, the struggle evident in his tightening jaw as he tried to maintain decorum.

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reached for a sponge, his hands slightly trembling as he prepared to

can handle this myself,” Tilda protested weakly, her voice barely

and she figured she

drawl, laden

be so headstrong? Taking care of you is not just my duty-it’s my privilege as your

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tentative yet caring as he began

with steam, casting

on the sound of his controlled

was still a

was not calm when

found herself broaching a subject

there been any news of Brian?” she asked, her voice echoing slightly against the