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

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soft chuckle, reassured, and

approaching with tea and seized the opportunity

quickly took the cup and presented

the tea with a gracious

need for

I’m far from the stereotypical

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

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warm personality was a breath of fresh air compared to

felt very effortless for

sipping her tea,

for me, my daughter-in-law is my

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daughter would be,” Tilda vowed earnestly, embracing her new family

set her teacup aside with a graceful motion, her expression

things between

feared her son was still not over Rosanna and

her gaze downward, her voice