My Bossy CEO Husband

Chapter 1827

The waiter swiftly brought out the dishes, all pre-ordered by Lyndon.

Glancing at the dishes, Ayla frowned slightly.

Despite the place’s reputation for delicate dishes, what lay on the table seemed far from refined. Chicken, duck, fish, oysters, mutton, leek- quite a variety, but lacking the expected finesse.

“Mr. Fernandez, your taste is quite unique,” she remarked, eyeing the unfamiliar soup on the table.

Lyndon explained, “I had a mishap a few months back, injured my waist. The doctor suggested a diet heavy on nutrients for recovery.”

So his waist was injured? That was a big deal! The waist was a very important region to men. If it was hurt, their ability in bed would be...

Ayla’s expression shifted slightly. “Is it serious?” she asked tentatively.

Lyndon served himself some soup. “Not too bad. It might affect my manhood for a while, but the doctor is optimistic-good food will sort me out.”

Did that mean he was impotent now?

Would she live s sexless life if she married him?

What a pity! Ayla never expected he would turn out to be impotent.

Gazing at the man’s handsome face, she found herself at a loss for words. Lyndon, looking up at her with a smile, continued sipping his soup.

“Miss Deleon, why not try something? If these dishes don’t suit your taste, I’ll have the waiter bring something more to your liking.”

It was the most he had said since they sat down, and a hint of joy seemed to play across his expression.Property belongs to Nôvel(D)r/ama.Org.

Staring at him, Ayla narrowed her eyes and remarked, “Mr. Fernandez, did you mention your waist injury on purpose? Is this your way of telling me to back off? Because it seems like you have no interest in dating me at all.”

Lyndon paused, giving her an appraising glance. She was perceptive.

Ordering those specific dishes and disclosing his injury seemed calculated-a strategy to encourage her to bow out willingly. Not receiving a response from Lyndon, Ayla smiled knowingly.

“Consider me out, as you wish. However, your family will Likely continue introducing prospective matches. Will you keep using the same excuse to turn them down?”

“It’s my business,” Lyndon replied casually. “Considering your situation, why not give me a chance? You might discover that I’m more your cup of tea,” Ayla suggested.

Lyndon dabbed his mouth with a tissue and met her gaze.