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?”

few days, and she couldn’t help but

has been pretty

”

actually want to

on the cliff… If it wasn’t

“Rosalynn, no.

apologize, it should

Tilda shook her head, interrupting

day on the cliff, we both know that it

was only the right

I did get jealous of you, and that was petty

”

sincere and

sighed deeply, smiled gracefully, and

“Don’t say that.

to

fact, if our positions were changed, I might have held a bigger grudge against

”

knowing that the impact of the incident had

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

let’s sit for a

Seeing a bench nearby,

“Okay.