My Bossy CEO Husband

Rosalynn glanced at him, a cold smile playing on her lips. “I think you’re quite sober.”

Brian pursed his lips, his voice filled with frustration. “Rosalynn, you shouldn’t prioritize your friend over me. You should know I can offer you pleasure in that regard.”

Rosalynn stumbled, nearly losing her balance.

She turned sharply, glaring at him. “Brian, if you continue with this nonsense, you can find a taxi to take you home.”

What a heartless remark!

Resentment flickered in Brian’s eyes. “Come here. I feel dizzy. Help me up.”

unwilling to engage

his resentful gaze, shame crept into her heart, softening

let out a weary sigh and approached him, gently guiding his arm around her shoulders to provide support as they

gaze tracing the contours of her beautiful profile, and a faint smile played at the

stepping out of the elevator. ir. Hughes, Rosalynn.” laggie,

“Yeah.”

be exhausted, right?” Rosalynn asked, concern

replied, smiling as she glanced at Brian. “Mr. Hughes, are you

“Yes.”

“No.”