My Bossy CEO Husband

“I don’t need your help. I just bought these trousers. You should compensate me for them!” Mary demanded.

With a sly grin, Rosalynn rolled up her sleeves. “If you can’t take them off, let me help you.”

Her smile was disingenuous. It was as if she would help Mary remove her trousers any second.

Mary recoiled, stomped her foot, spun around, and stormed off.

She didn’t dare to provoke Rosalynn further, fearing that she might lose her job.

Rosalynn bent down to clean the mess, disposing of it in the trash can without a care in the world.

a knack for charming

Rosalynn hadn’t hidden the truth that the

was her, Eleanor wouldn’t have had any chance to get close to

was about to leave his office when he

“Why are you here?”

brought you some food,” Eleanor

don’t need it,” Brian

a minute,” Eleanor called out, stopping him in his

Impatience flickered

his striking features, and asked, “Are you