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.

harsh with your

”

and made his

saw a servant approaching with tea and seized the opportunity

the cup and

accepted the tea with a gracious

for

me, I’m far from the stereotypical

”

with warmth in her voice, “I felt a bond with you

”

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interactions, Brea’s open and warm personality was a breath of fresh air compared to the usual

Brea felt

tea,

for me, my daughter-in-law

”

to you and Barnes as any daughter would be,” Tilda vowed earnestly, embracing her new family role with open

teacup aside with a graceful motion, her expression softening as she

are things between

still not over Rosanna

cast her gaze downward, her voice