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

”

chuckle, reassured, and

approaching with tea and seized the opportunity to demonstrate her

took the cup and presented it to

the tea with

need for such

from

”

her voice, “I felt a bond with you from our very first meeting,

”

.

.

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

felt very effortless for

sipping her tea, looked at

so for me, my

”

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

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

things between you and

was still not over

her gaze downward, her