My Bossy CEO Husband by Symon Diller

His train of thought was broken by the ringing of his phone. He leaned over and fished it from under the driver’s seat

“Brian! Did something happen? Why did you hang up all of a sudden?”

“Nothing. | happened to run into a little, wild cat just now.” Brian’s upper lip curled.

“Oh. | see. All right, are you arriving soon? The gamble on stones is about to start.”

“Il be there in a minute.”

Meanwhile, Rosalynn was feeling giddy after her encounter with her dreaded ex-husband. It was freeing to finally let out all of her pent-up frustrations in the last two years.

in high spirits as she looked around the flower market, and ended up buying several potted plants on top of the flowers she had originally come for. It was a lot more than she

a nearby shopping mall to buy some

new home, so much so that

perspective, and she felt as though she had been reborn

Soon, dusk fell.

Brian sat on a massive, leather sofa and

attractive man stood in front of him,

the gamble. | hope that you

of the documents. He was holding an

this really Rose,

to keep a low profile. | hope that you will respect her privacy and treat her well in