My Bossy CEO Husband

He might just be feigning interest, though.

After all, Sanford was a gentleman. Perhaps he was just naturally kind to all his women.

Post-breakfast, Maggie busied herself with clearing the table.

Rosalynn, eyeing the men, issued a command. “Take out the trash.”

Both Brian and Sanford traded a stunned glance.

“Did you hear that? Go throw the garbage,” Brian echoed, delegating the menial task to Sanford.

to him, whispering, “Brian, shouldn’t you

families, the concept of dealing with waste was alien to them. Their meals had always

They both had mysophobia.

calculated move, a test for Brian to demonstrate his willingness to undertake even the most

furrowing before he

distance from his body, Rosalynn couldn’t contain her laughter. “The

Brian replied, “Of course,

yourself and the bag?”

“Static electricity.”

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