My Bossy CEO Husband by Symon Diller

Gail then draped a long, ankle-length cotton coat over Rosalynn’s shoulders.

Along with it, she also wrapped a scarf around her neck, and finally put on a hat on her head.

At first glance, Rosalynn seemed to resemble a heavy snowman.

She actually wanted to say something, but she couldn’t complain.

After all, she understood her mother’s good intentions.

In the end, she just let her do what would satisfy her.

“Tilda, there’s a small garden downstairs.

Can we go for a walk there?”

“Okay, sure.

” Tilda nodded with a delightful smile.

The two ladies walked out of the ward and took the elevator to the first floor.

The afternoon sun felt pleasant, shining on them and warming their hearts.

Rosalynn looked at Tilda, who was gently supporting her.

She asked, “Tilda, how are things with you and Lyndon?”

past few days, and she couldn’t help but let

has been pretty

”

actually want

day on the cliff… If it wasn’t

“Rosalynn, no.

anyone should apologize, it should be

her head, interrupting

day on the cliff, we both know that it was an

saving you was only the right thing

I did get jealous of

”

sincere and also

gracefully,

“Don’t say that.

to feel that

I might have held

”

were self-deprecating, knowing that the impact of the incident had

two shared a smile, exhibiting a _

guess let’s sit

a bench nearby, Rosalynn pointed toward

“Okay.