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

has been pretty

”

want

the cliff… If

“Rosalynn, no.

should apologize, it

Tilda shook her

both

you was only the

jealous of you, and that was petty of

”

and also

deeply, smiled gracefully, and

“Don’t say that.

normal to feel

our positions were changed, I

”

self-deprecating, knowing that the impact

shared a

guess let’s sit

a bench nearby, Rosalynn pointed

“Okay.