My Bossy CEO Husband by Symon Diller

Her eyes narrowed, a flicker of calculation behind her gaze.

After the meal and some time at the Fernandezes’ house, the evening wound down, and everyone dispersed to their homes.

At their residence, Brea directed Elma to take Sheldon for his bath, transitioning the household to quieter evening routines.

“Lyndon, Rosalynn is still in the hospital, and Mrs.

Moreno arrived in Betton yesterday.

Join me tomorrow to visit them,” Brea mentioned casually.

“Of course, Mom,” Lyndon agreed without hesitation.

“Lyndon, come with me to the study,” Barnes summoned, wanting to discuss business matters.

Lyndon nodded and cast a concerned look at Tilda.

“Mom, please keep the conversation light.

Tilda should rest soon; she’s still recovering,” he reminded gently, protective instincts in full display.

Brea raised an eyebrow playfully.

“Oh, relax.

I’m your mother, not some tyrant.

won’t be harsh

”

offered a soft chuckle, reassured, and made his way to the

momentarily self-conscious in the family dynamics, saw a servant approaching with tea

cup and presented it

the tea with

need for such

far from the

”

a soft laugh, infused with warmth in her voice,

”

.

.

Library

open and warm personality was a breath of fresh air compared to the usual high

with Brea felt very effortless for

sipping her tea, looked

had a daughter, so for me, my daughter-in-law

”

be as devoted to you and Barnes as any daughter would be,” Tilda vowed earnestly, embracing

with a graceful motion, her expression softening as she

things between you and

her son was still not over Rosanna

gaze downward, her