My Bossy CEO Husband by Symon Diller

Chapter 1183

Chapter: 1183

His Large hand began to slide up from her Legs, intending to venture further.

Rosalynn, however, remained sober. “Don’t be ridiculous. We’re in my grandfather’s house, and it’s

broad daylight. It’s improper.”

Having consumed too much alcohol, Brian’s Adam’s apple bobbed seductively. Nevertheless, he

refrained from taking things further.

He lay down, pulling Rosalynn into his arms. “Then just sleep with me.”

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“Alright.”

Rosalynn agreed, allowing him to enfold her in his embrace. Gradually, she drifted off to sleep.

Listening to the steady rhythm of his breathing by her ear, Rosalynn softened her gaze.

She raised her hand to trace his handsome eyebrows and gently disentangled herself from his hold.

Slipping out of bed, she proceeded to tidy up the room.

Once she was done, she glanced at her watch. More than twenty minutes had elapsed.

Recalling her grandfather’s advice, she chose not to wake him. Instead, she gathered her tools and left

the house on her own.

Rosalynn hadn’t ascended the mountain for quite some time. Perhaps she could surprise her

grandfather by collecting some herbs for him.

Their village was nestled at the mountain’s base, distanced from the city’s bustle. The surroundings

boasted of lush greenery and serene rivers; it was a splendidly picturesque environment.

The mountain rarely saw visitors, hence it was a rich source of valuable herbs.

To the untrained eye, these herbs would go unrecognized, but to those with medicinal knowledge, the

mountain was a treasure trove.

Rosalynn made her way up the mountain, collecting an impressive assortment of herbs.

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As darkness began to creep in, she decided not to venture further into the mountain and prepared to

return home.

Just as she was about to take a few steps, a loud crash echoed from a nearby distance, causing the

forest birds to scatter in alarm, flapping their wings frantically.

Rosalynn, too, was startled. She turned to the direction of the noise and barely made out the sight of a

helicopter plummeting into the forest.

Had it crashed?

With widened eyes, Rosalynn rushed to the smoke-engulfed aircraft.

In the dimming Light, she could vaguely discern a figure slumped over the steering wheel inside the

aircraft.

Was the person dead?