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

like to share a

you are my benefactor, she said, the alcohol softening

were warm, flushed

hands, she

she swayed, her balance momentarily

she poured, her hand brushed against

his brow creased in

I dont even know how to thank you, Rita slurred, her gaze lingering

handsome, kind-hearted man Ive

Her eyes were glassy, her thoughts drifting somewhere beyond the

reached out,

drink some

to share a drink with you, she insisted, her voice soft, almost childlike, as she stared at him with

voice cutting

lip as she looked at