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.

and ended up buying several potted plants on top of the flowers she had

she headed to a nearby shopping mall to buy

her time decorating her new home, so much so that she hummed

new look provided a fresh perspective, and she felt as though

Soon, dusk fell.

Club, Brian sat on a massive, leather sofa and skimmed through the purchase

attractive man stood in

| lost in the gamble. | hope that you will take care

one of the documents. He was holding an

Rose,

prefers to keep a low profile. | hope that you