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My Bossy CEO Husband by Symon Diller

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Inside the villa’s living room, everyone lounged on the sofa, while Gail’s gaze remained fixed on

Rosalynn.

Feeling shy from the attention, Rosalynn joked, “Mom, I’ll turn as red as a rose if you keep looking at

me like that.”

Gail chuckled and turned to Brendan.

“Dear, pinch me. I need to know if this is a dream.”

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Brendan, grinning, pinched his arm instead.

“It’s real. You’re wide awake,” he assured.

Rosalynn watched, laughing softly, as her father, usually so stern, engaged in such playful antics with

her mother.

“I never imagined our daughter would be with us again,” Brendan said.

Clasping her hands in thanks, Gail expressed, “We are blessed indeed.

And our thanks to Mr. Fuller for caring for our girl.”

During their journey home, Gail inquired about Rosalynn’s life throughout the years.

Learning of Calvert’s kindness towards Rosalyn, she felt profound gratitude.

“Gail, we must tell our parents our daughter is alive,” Brendan suggested.

Gail gave a firm nod.

“Absolutely. I wish for everyone, not just our parents, but all to know my daughter is alive and kicking.

We’ll host a celebration on the finest day to honor her return.”

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Brendan chimed in, “Indeed, the festivity should be magnificent.”

Overwhelmed by their plans, Rosalynn was deeply touched.

Yet, she believed such extravagance was unnecessary.

“Dad, mom, there’s no need for such formality,” Rosalynn interjected.

“But it is essential! My girl has returned; her presence must be broadcasted to the world,” Gail insisted.

“Rosa, your mother speaks truth. You, as a Moreno, have been owed for over two decades. It’s time we

rectified that,” Brendan concurred.

In the warmth of her parents’ discussion, Rosalynn felt as if she were dreaming.

Her father’s affection was as solid as a mountain, her mother’s as enduring as a river.

This parental love filled her with joy.