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?”

thought about Lyndon’s attitude over the past few days,

been

”

actually want

on the cliff… If it wasn’t

“Rosalynn, no.

should apologize, it should be

Tilda shook her head, interrupting

both know that it was an

was only the right thing

of you, and

”

gaze was sincere and also filled

sighed deeply, smiled gracefully, and held

“Don’t say that.

normal to

I might have held a bigger

”

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

the two shared a smile, exhibiting a

sit for a

bench nearby, Rosalynn pointed

“Okay.