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My Bossy CEO Husband by Symon Diller

Chapter 922
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Chapter: 922

“Go ahead.” Rosalynn nodded in response.

Sanford cast a grateful glance at Rosalynn before following Maggie.

With a gentle smile, Rosalynn closed the door behind them.

Maggie followed Sanford upstairs

As she entered the apartment again, her gaze swept across the well-acquainted space. Suppressing

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the rush of emotions, she immediately moved into the kitchen.

She was relieved to find brown sugar and ginger already in the cupboard. After gathering the

ingredients, Maggie busied herself with her task.

Watching her slender figure flitting about, Sanford felt the previously stuffy space filled with life.

When Maggie finished mixing the ingredients and turned to him, he put his hand over his mouth and

faked a few coughs, pretending weakness.

Maggie cast a concerned Look his way. “You haven’t had breakfast yet, have you? You should eat light

when you’re ill.”

Still gazing at her, Sanford answered, “Could you prepare some porridge for me?”

After a moment’s thought, Maggie nodded in agreement and returned to her task.

Leaning casually against the doorway, Sanford watched her with an affectionate gaze.

Before long, the ginger soup was ready.

Maggie filled a bowl with the steaming soup, waiting for the steam to dissipate before carrying it out.

“You can drink this now.”

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Sanford, inexperienced with ginger soup, was accustomed to enduring minor colds without such

remedies.

He prided himself on his resilience.

Besides, he had purposely contracted the cold by taking a cold shower the previous night, all to create

an excuse to interact with Maggie.

Eyeing the dark red liquid in the bowl, he expressed his gratitude and accepted it.

The spicy, fiery taste almost made him spit it out.

His face scrunched in distaste. “Why is this so horrible?”

“Ginger soup is supposed to taste like this. Once you finish it, you’ll start sweating and feel better,”

Maggie explained hastily. re you sure?” Sanford asked, his gaze fixed on her.