My Bossy CEO Husband

Lyndon instructed his assistant to secure a room for Rita.

The assistant nodded in understanding and assisted Rita to her feet.

Ritas eyes fluttered open, her vision blurry, and she instinctively curled her fingers when she realized it wasnt Lyndon who was assisting her.

She quickly shut her eyes again, concealing the rush of emotions that threatened to surface.

The meal was over.

Lyndon settled the bill as Tilda had suggested and they observed the others leaving. Once they were alone, Tilda ceased smiling.

Lyndon glanced at her curiously.

Where are you headed now? Go back to the crew.

Could you drive me to the company first since I just had wine? Rolling her eyes, Tilda retorted, And how do you propose to return if Im not here? Do you want Rita to drive you there? At this, Lyndon chuckled softly.

He stepped closer, his voice low.

You are upset, right? His smile carried a teasing edge.

Tilda chose to ignore him and headed straight for her car.

Tilda was about to start the car as soon as he settled into the passenger seat.

But Lyndon caught her hand, leaned over, and drew her into his arms.

Tilda inhaled the mixed scent of his perfume and the alcohol on his breath.

Her eyes sparkled with irritation.

What do you think youre doing? Lyndon responded, No rush to drive. I worry you might hit the wrong pedal in your anger.

His words were laced with playful banter.

Tilda glared at him.

Sit properly, then we can talk.noveldrama

Instead of complying, Lyndon leaned in and kissed her lips.

Please calm down before you have a word with me.