My Bossy CEO Husband

“Why not? Who dictated that in a partnership, the woman must take up cooking and cleaning?” Rosalynn countered.

Brian held her gaze, a challenging glint in his eye. “Fine, I’ll cook you breakfast if you dare to eat it.”

Rosalynn’s mind flashed back to Brian’s attempts at peeling potatoes an image that provoked both amusement and concern.

She decided to let it pass. After all, a man who could ink a contract worth hundreds of millions was not cut out for menial chores.

Silence descended on the room as they ate in peace.

“Where do you plan on living, here or at my place?” Brian asked, his plate nearly clean. He dabbed at his mouth with a napkin.

nonchalantly, finishing her sandwich. Rising from the chair, she began clearing

watched her lithe figure move around the

extensions of men, who were to provide them with

living under her roof, he found

have someone deliver our essentials here later.

glance at Brian, Rosalynn

‘air enough.”

Brian couldn’t help but feel somewhat

eyebrows shot

then, his