My Bossy CEO Husband

Struggling to regain her composure, Maggie offered a feeble smile “Rosalynn, I’m alright.”

But the memory of Sanford’s rage was undeniably unsettling.

His tenderness in bed was quite the contrast.

“Would you Like to accompany me home?” Rosalynn inquired.

Instead of responding, Maggie simply glanced to Sanford, Lounging on the plush sofa.

“Maggie, come here.”

regained its calm. He beckoned Maggie

of fear twisting in her

etched itself on Rosalynn’s forehead as she moved to intervene,

don’t meddle in

Sanford’s arms, a glass of wine

both ordinary,

girls present, they were distinctly out of

privileged girls wore facades of cordiality, but their eyes held nothing but contempt when they fell

Brian extended a plate of food

“Thank you.”