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?”

over the past few days, and

been pretty

”

want

the cliff… If

“Rosalynn, no.

anyone should apologize, it should

her

we both know that it was an

was only

jealous of you,

”

was sincere and also

sighed deeply, smiled gracefully, and held

“Don’t say that.

only normal to feel that

were changed, I might have held a

”

self-deprecating, knowing that the impact of

a smile, exhibiting a _ tacit understanding between

guess let’s sit for

bench nearby, Rosalynn pointed toward

“Okay.