My Bossy CEO Husband by Symon Diller

Chapter 2692

Seeing the coldness in Tildas expression, Rita whispered, I will down my drink.

Suit yourself.

Tilda found Ritas persistence quite irritating, yet she had to maintain her composure.

Without a word, she lightly tapped her glass against Ritas, the soft chime barely cutting through the silence.

She took a small sip of water, her face unreadable.

Thank you, Mrs.

Fernandez, Rita murmured, knowing full well she was forced to play submissive.

But she recognized this as her strength.

She believed that men were drawn to fragile women, not those who commanded power. Cradling a glass of wine, Rita made her way toward Lyndon.

raised it in his direction

share a

you are my benefactor, she said, the alcohol

cheeks were warm, flushed with a slight

she filled Lyndons

her tipsiness, she swayed, her balance

brushed against Lyndons arm, the

his brow creased

dont even know how to thank

the most handsome, kind-hearted man

eyes were glassy, her thoughts drifting somewhere beyond the

a sharp look, Lyndon reached out, taking the wine from

drink some water

you, she insisted, her voice soft,

stop, Lyndon snapped, his voice cutting through her protest

lower lip as she looked