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?”

about Lyndon’s attitude over the past few days, and she

has been pretty

”

want to

cliff… If it wasn’t because

“Rosalynn, no.

anyone should apologize,

her

on the cliff, we both

saving you was only the right

jealous of you, and that was petty

”

gaze was sincere and also filled with

deeply, smiled gracefully,

“Don’t say that.

normal to

positions were changed, I might have

”

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

and the two shared a smile, exhibiting a _ tacit understanding

guess let’s sit

a bench nearby, Rosalynn pointed toward

“Okay.