My Bossy CEO Husband by Symon Diller

It was a substantial sum, no doubt about it.

But to Lyndon, the amount was manageable.

He observed Rita, her distress palpable, and after a brief pause, he made a decision.

“I’ll cover it for you first.

”

Rita’s expression shifted from despair to a flicker of hope, her eyes lighting up.

She clasped Lyndon’s hand, her voice trembling.

“Really, sir? Are you sure?”

“Let’s go,” Lyndon replied with a nod.

“I’ll accompany you to the payment office right now.

”

Lyndon broke free from Rita’s hand and made his way to the payment office.

Rita stared blankly at his back, unable to believe what he had just said.

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before noticing Rita hadn’t caught

and looked back, his voice carrying a

“Aren’t you coming?”

reverie, Rita quickly wiped her tears, a mix of joy and disbelief coloring her expression

glanced sideways at him, noting his calm demeanor, and ventured, “Sir, if I may ask, why would you

”

her, his

others that is its own

”

bit her lip, her eyes welling

truly kind,

an IOU, and I promise to repay you as soon as I

”

glance, dismissing her concerns with an easy wave of

need for

”

“But I insist.

I know your last name?” she persisted,

replied, his

Gordon,” she introduced herself more formally, a sense of relief in acknowledging the debt she intended to

enjoying the weak sunlight on a bench, immersed in conversation for almost half

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