My Bossy CEO Husband by Symon Diller

Indeed, Brian should be hungry by now.

He must have not had dinner yet.

After all, as soon as he arrived at Atera Restaurant, he and Sanford caught a glimpse of the commotion in the private room. Then, he offered to take the girls home.

Reminded of how big of a help Brian was tonight, Rosalynn couldn’t help but smile faintly.

“If you don’t mind, would you like to come in and have something to drink first?”

Brian scoffed and answered, “That’s right. If you don’t know how to thank me through words, you should at least do something for me.”

wiped off the next second. She forgot how arrogant this man could

help, Rosalynn restrained

bed, Rosalynn finally took off her stained blouse, changed into her pajamas, and walked out

of the big living room and looked around while waiting

glass of water. Pursing her lips, she said, “Please have

never did she expect that

sip from the glass

bright. There were fresh flowers placed on the tea table, and the circulating air

very relaxing

just showed that she was knowledgeable when it came to architectural

the biscuits | made. You can eat while you’re on