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.

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

a nearby shopping mall

time decorating her new home, so much so that she hummed an upbeat melody

apartment’s new look provided a fresh perspective, and she felt as though she had been reborn into a new and

Soon, dusk fell.

on a massive, leather sofa and skimmed through the purchase contract in

in

that

his lips as he stared at one of the documents. He

Rose,

nodded, his brows furrowed slightly. “Yes, of course. Rose prefers to keep a low profile. |