My Bossy CEO Husband

What was he implying? She was utterly confused.

The room descended into silence.

Rosalynn turned her attention to Brian, sprawled inebriated on the couch. Setting aside the ingredients, she bent over and gently patted his face.

“Hey, wake up. The bed would be far more comfortable.”

Brian’s eyes fluttered open, their soft gaze captivating under the gentle illumination.

Brian was undeniably aloof and haughty when he was sober.

influence of alcohol, his icy demeanor thawed, revealing a

touched a

sleep-laden eyes gaze at her, she decided to

you to your room to sleep,

remained silent, his eyes fixed

of feeling in his eyes that resembled a man deeply

Rosalynn’s heart pounded.

hoisted his arm onto

leaned heavily against her, a silent acknowledgment of her

Rosalynn complained, pushing open the door