My Bossy CEO Husband

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On the third floor, most doors of the lounges were open except for the one at the very end, which remained shut. Brea, Lyndon’s mother, approached and knocked her knuckles on the door.

“Lyndon, are you inside?”

After a brief pause, a gentle female voice from within replied, “Just give me a moment.”

The crowd waited patiently, and eventually, the door swung open.

Ivy appeared in the doorway, wearing a man’s suit and looking bashful.

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“Mrs. Fernandez.”

Brea shot her a brief look but kept her silence. She walked past the woman and entered the room.

At that moment, Lyndon Lounged on a chair, a few buttons of his shirt undone, unveiling his sturdy chest muscles. He knitted his brows, and a sensation of dizziness washed over him.

“Lyndon, why did you just...”

Brea approached Lyndon, pausing before finishing her words.ConTEent bel0ngs to Nôv(e)lD/rama(.)Org .

Being a mother, she naturally understands her son’s character.

He’s a good-hearted soul, and it’s inconceivable for him to engage in any mischief with women on an occasion like this.

Furthermore, Brea knew that her son was in love with the late Rosanna. How could he suddenly become entangled with the daughter of the Larson family?

Lyndon glanced at the suddenly emerging crowd and momentarily paused. “Mom, what brings everyone here?”

“We are...”

“Lyndon, if you’re fond of my Ivy, you should have said so sooner. I've always admired you and would be thrilled to have Ivy marry you.” Before Brea could respond, Renata chimed in with a smile.

Was he fond of Ivy?

Marry Ivy to him?

Lyndon’s gaze shifted to Ivy, who stood beside her mother with a demure look, and his forehead wrinkled in confusion.