Body Swap With My Bossy Husband นิยาย & เรื่องราว

The question slipped out before I could stop it. "Accompany me to business dinners. Manage my calendar. Handle correspondence. Basic administrative duties." His tone was perfectly professional, but something in his eyes made my skin crawl. "Nothing illegal or immoral, I assure you." "And if Derek wins the game?" "Then you go home. The debt is forgiven, and we never speak of this again." I looked at my husband. Really looked at him. The man I'd married was charming, confident, full of dreams. This Derek was a stranger - hollow-eyed, shaking, willing to bet his wife's freedom for one more chance.

Grace murmured as she drank. Ivy stifled a laugh. “I think she takes after someone.” Josh glanced at her. “I hope you don’t mean me.” “Who else?” Josh feigned offense. “Oh, come on—I’m your husband, you know.” Ivy smiled, her gaze soft. “And you’re also our kid’s bossy Appa. That makes you complete.” Josh sighed, then suddenly took Ivy’s hand in his. “My bossiness comes from fear—fear of losing. After everything we’ve been through, I don’t want a single day without you two.”

Why did you have to be so stubborn, huh? "All you had to do was hang in there a little longer. I would've come to pick you up. We would've gotten married as planned, and we would've lived happily ever after, like nothing ever happened." The emergency button didn't seem to be working. Even though I'd pressed it, nothing happened. I was beginning to despair. So, I grabbed a vase from the bedside table and threw it at him, saying, "You watch your mouth! Hugo is a thousand times better than you. How dare you compare yourself to him?

“And iron my shirt. I need it ready by morning.” I sat there, unmoving, as he walked out the door without a backward glance. The flowers remained fresh. The house staff exchanged whispers. But all I could hear was the echo of my own hollow laughter. This was my third year of marriage to Dante. We’d had countless arguments over the past three years—over the petty details of everyday life. The biting, red-faced anger seemed to erupt far too often. The truth was, I had been playing the role of my sister, Calliope, for the last three years.

I gasp. "I still don't have enough power to go against my grandmother, Secretary Kim. I'm sure you've heard how strict and cold-hearted she is from the other employees, and as her only grandson, even though I'm now the new CEO, I still have a leash around my neck right now. I don't know what she'll do to you, and I'm afraid I won't be able to protect you... so please, I know it's hard for you… But, could you please... marry me? Please marry me, I don't want to lose our baby too."

I replied. "Boss?" I awkwardly smiled. Why did I call him boss? My mouth is really clumsy, Sofia. I scolded myself mentally. "Sorry, slipped out of my tongue. You're my boss," I explained. He frowned, "But I'm your husband too." I nodded. "Yes, boss and husband. But we're in your company. If possible, no one will know, right? So, I'll call you boss." He just nodded in agreement. "Do as you please."

"I'm not into playing games like some guys. I just want a simple life with you. What's mine is yours. "If I can't make my wife confidently pay for her purchases without a second thought, then I've really dropped the ball." At that moment, I faced Josh, who was waiting for my reply. I calmly shrugged his hand from my shoulder. "That's the whole story. Even if I did transfer it to you, you wouldn't be satisfied. "I've got to rush to work. Let's pick this up later."

I fixed my trousers and took a seat. “Double Expresso, make it long.” I barked, then looked at the idiot in front of me. “Where the fuck is my wife?” “Well, the last time I checked, I no longer had one boss, but two.” “The fuck! Who is your second boss?" “Ahh, master, you seem to have forgotten that you got married. The Boss Lady told me to zip it, so I will have to zip it." I looked at him. Was he seriously trying to tell me that he was following my little wife’s orders?