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My Bossy CEO Husband by Symon Diller

Chapter 2748
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Chapter 2748 Tilda shot him a curious glance, then another, her expression unreadable.

Noticing her persistent stare, Lyndon raised an eyebrow, his tone a mix of amusement and curiosity. What? Why are you looking atlike that? Ive heard, Tilda began, her voice carrying a note of playful accusation, that when men feel guilty, they becextra attentive and sweet to their wives.

She left her words hanging, a challenge for Lyndon to decode.

He caught on immediately, a hint of amusement flickering in his eyes.

So, being good to you means Ive done something wrong? He let out a low chuckle and continued, Do you wantto be cold and distant? To becsomeone who doesnt know how to treat a lady right? Because if thats what youre into, I could start right now.

Dont you dare. Tilda hissed.

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See? Lyndon said, his tone light.

Women are just full of contradictions.

Oh, youre full of wisdom today, arent you? Tilda quipped, tilting her head as she shot him a sidelong glance.

He raised an eyebrow.

What can I say? Having a sensitive screenwriter as a wife does that to me.

You weardown.

Tildas expression softened, a blend of curiosity and playfulness.

Really? Lyndon responded, Think about it.

Tilda paused, considering.

Ive thought about it, but I still got nothing.

A glint of mischief danced in Lyndons eyes.

Do you really needto remind you? He leaned closer, his voice dropping to a low, teasing tone.

In bed.

havent you been all over me? Clinging toso tight? Tildas cheeks warmed as she shot him a sharp look.

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Lyndon, be serious! He laughed softly, the sound rich and easy. I cant be serious around my wife.

She rolled her eyes and turned away, refusing to dignify kis teasing with a response. As he drove, one hand on the wheel, he reached over and took her hand in his.

She swatted his hand away, but he grabbed it again, this twith a firmer hold.

Outside, the sun shone warmly, casting a golden glow over everything.

The heat from his hand seemed to spread through hers softening the edges other irritation. Lyndon pulled into the mall parking lot.

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