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.

guard, Sanford drew closer to him, whispering, “Brian, shouldn’t you aim to impress Rosalynn? Go and toss the

with waste was alien to them.

They both had mysophobia.

for Brian to demonstrate

brow furrowing

bag at an exaggerated distance from his body, Rosalynn couldn’t contain her laughter. “The bag isn‘t contaminated,

his composure, Brian replied, “Of course, you’re

yourself and the bag?” Rosalynn

“Static electricity.”

herself at a loss