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.

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have had any

office when he noticed

“Why are you here?”

and happened to be passing by, so I brought you some food,” Eleanor said with

it,” Brian replied indifferently, walking

minute,” Eleanor called out,

else?” Impatience flickered

him, gazing at his striking features, and