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.

knack

the truth that

Eleanor wouldn’t have had any chance to

office when

“Why are you here?”

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

Brian replied indifferently, walking

called out, stopping him in

else?” Impatience flickered in Brian’s

at his striking features, and asked, “Are you