My Bossy CEO Husband by Symon Diller

Chapter 1832

Lyndon still kept quiet.

Brian struggled to hold back laughter, coughing into his fist.

Rosalynn blinked, curious as she looked at Lyndon.

Was it the plane crash that...

“Rosalynn, I'm perfectly fine! | picked these dishes just to scare off that lady.”

Lyndon clenched his teeth, responding as the misunderstanding escalated.

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Rosalynn caught on right away. She glanced at her husband with a smirk. “I'll add a few more dishes.”

Brian casually sipped his drink.

The little boy in Lyndon’s arms was still eyeing a certain area.

Lyndon was left speechless. He gave his smooth face a pinch and reassured, “Don’t pay attention to that silly

guy. I'm a real man, just Like you.”

Sheldon seemed relieved. He nodded and obediently took a seat.

Rosalynn was about to place her order when her phone rang.

It was a call from Tilda.

While Rosalynn passed the menu to Brian, encouraging him to pick something, she answered the call.

“Tilda?”

“Rosa, where are you? Any trouble with Sheldon?” Tilda’s voice cthrough the phone.

Glancing at Brian, Rosalynn replied, “Brian and | are dining with him.

Does he have any food preferences?”

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“He’s not a fan of egg whites, fatty meats, or overly fishy fish. He only likes leafy vegetables and can’t stand

scallions...”

Tilda rattled off the boy's likes and dislikes. Listening intently, Rosalynn chuckled and remarked, “Sheldon’s quite

the fussy eater, isn’t he?”

“Indeed, he is.”

Then Rosalynn inquired, “Have you had your meal yet? We bumped into Lyndon earlier. If you're still hungry, why

not join us?”

There was a brief pause on the other end. “You're all eating together?”

“Yes, we are.”