My Bossy CEO Husband

Thiago, in his forties with a stocky build and an affluent air, polished off his drink in one smooth motion.

Casting a glance at Scarlet, he flashed a knowing smile and inquired, “So, you’re Bowen’s fiancée? Looks like wedding bells are ringing soon?”

Scarlet managed a strained smile in response.

Beside her, Bowen Happer chuckled heartily.

“Yes, Scarlet is my fiancée,” he confirmed warmly.

“I consider myself incredibly fortunate to have such a stunning woman agree to marry a divorced man like myself.

”

Thiago chuckled in response.

“Mr.

Happer, you’re indeed a lucky man.

Your fiancée is truly a beauty.

”

His gaze lingered on Scarlet with a desire only men could comprehend.NôvelDrama.Org content.

Bowen’s eyes sparkled mischievously as he playfully patted Scarlet’s backside.

“Scarlet, Mr.

Blake has paid you a compliment.

Care to propose a toast?”

Scarlet glanced at Bowen, sensing his expectation for her to please Thiago.

A flicker of embarrassment crossed her eyes; she felt deeply frustrated.

Why had her father arranged her marriage to a man who had been divorced twice?

Was it merely because the Happer family wielded immense power in Betton?

Bowen’s reputation in their social circle was notorious-not just for his extramarital affairs but also for his unsettling kinks.

He didn’t regard women seriously in intimate matters; to him, they were mere objects of pleasure.

And now, for the sake of business, he expected her, his supposed fiancée, to entertain Thiago.

How could her father betroth her to such a dreadful man?

She wanted to resist, but her father’s words forced her to swallow her pride.

Her father had warned her that marrying Bowen was the only way to protect herself from Lyndon’s retaliation.

Only by becoming Mrs.

Happer could she wield any power over Lyndon.

Filled with hatred and frustration, she felt utterly powerless against Lyndon and Tilda.

“I’m speaking to you!” Bowen’s voice snapped her out of her reverie.

Seeing Scarlet lost in thought, he refilled her glass and nudged her roughly.

“Come on, sweetheart, don’t keep Mr.

Blake waiting,” he urged, his push forceful.

Caught off guard, Scarlet stumbled and fell into Thiago’s arms.

“Oh, Miss Fernandez, be careful,” Thiago remarked, seizing the opportunity to hold her, his gaze filled with desire as he breathed in her scent.