My Bossy CEO Husband

Elma still held onto the hope of a happy marriage for the kind girl Tilda. NôvelDrama.Org owns © this.

And the man they swa today seemed to be a gentleman of noble standing.

Elma couldn’t help but wish for them to unite, especially for the child’s sake.

At night, in the villa of the Moreno family.

Rosalynn was wide awake. Having rested well earlier, she was now eagerly sketching designs on her drawing board.

Keegan had taken over most of her tasks, but she couldn’t resist asking to do some work, indulging in drafting a few designs.

Her family and friends’ advice to cut down on phone use left her with ample time to spare.

The room was enveloped in silence, broken only by the sound of her pencil strokes.

Eventually, she paused to drink some water, only to find her glass empty.

Noting that it was already ten o’clock and that Brian hadn’t returned from his branch office work, she went downstairs with her glass.

Downstairs, she spotted Lyndon selecting a bottle of wine from the wine cabinet.

“Sleep eludes you?”

Lyndon inquired, noticing Rosalynn descending the stairs.

“I just needed some water,” Rosalynn replied, gesturing with the glass in her hand.

Remembering their earlier encounter, she smiled and asked, “So, what happened with you and Tilda earlier today?”

Lyndon hesitated for a second before admitting, “She turned me down.”

“She didn’t want to go out with you?”

“It’s not about dating. I proposed marriage.”

Rosalynn was shocked. Her eyes grew wide, and she inquired, “You proposed to her?”

“Yes,” Lyndon confirmed, nodding. “Isn’t the end goal of dating to marry?”

Rosalynn chuckled. “But that’s rushing things. You’re talking marriage without even dating first. No wonder Tilda said no.”

Why was he mentioning marriage so soon? Hadn’t he ever had a girlfriend before?

In truth, Lyndon hadn’t been one for casual dating. After his past relationship, he wasn’t interested in wasting time, so he went straight for marriage.

Rosalynn, thinking of Lyndon’s late girlfriend, bit her lip, at a loss for words.