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 with

”

offered a soft chuckle, reassured, and made his

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

cup and presented it

the tea with

for such formality,

me, I’m far from the stereotypical

”

responded with a soft laugh, infused with warmth in her voice, “I felt a bond with you from our very first

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their few interactions, Brea’s open and warm personality was a

felt

sipping her tea, looked

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

”

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

aside with a graceful motion, her expression

between

son was still not over

downward, her