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.

in his

a drink with you,

benefactor, she said, the alcohol softening her

flushed with a slight

she filled

tipsiness, she swayed,

she poured, her hand brushed against Lyndons arm, the touch

his brow

to thank you, Rita slurred, her gaze lingering on

handsome, kind-hearted

glassy, her thoughts drifting somewhere beyond the moment

Lyndon reached out,

wine, drink some water

she insisted, her voice soft, almost childlike, as she stared at him with hurt

stop, Lyndon snapped, his voice cutting through her protest

bit her lower lip as she looked at him