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.

alcohol, his icy demeanor thawed, revealing

unexpected shift touched a chord in

at her, she decided

me help you to your room to

silent, his eyes fixed on her

of feeling in his eyes that resembled

Rosalynn’s heart pounded.

eyes, she hoisted his arm onto her shoulders and

against her, a silent acknowledgment of

so heavy!” Rosalynn complained, pushing open the door to the bedroom