My Bossy CEO Husband by Symon Diller

Chapter 1267

Chapter: 1267

“You seem tortured, Barlow. Why not just tell her the truth? Both of you care for each other, and I know

Karina’s character well enough to say she doesn’t shy away from challenges. Why can’t the two of you

face this together?”

Engrossed in his phone, Barlow refused. “No, I’m used to handling things on my own.”

Perhaps one day, when his world became secure, he would have the courage to pursue her.

Meanwhile, a short distance away, Brian remained silent in the driver’s seat. His thin lips tightened as

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he observed the car in front of him.

The soft, yellow light cast a glow upon the vehicle, illuminating his icy gaze.

After a moment, he retrieved his phone and dialed Rosalynn’s number.

The call connected swiftly, and Rosalynn’s pleasant voice echoed from the receiver. “Brian.”

“Where are you?”

“I’LL be home soon. And you? Are you still at the hotel?”

Brian’s eyes darkened. “No, I’m almost home.”

“Alright .”

After ending the call, Brian gazed at Rosalynn’s car and a self-mocking smile formed on his face.

Why did he feel as though he was increasingly resembling a coward?

Selina’s words struck a chord. He had become so infatuated with Rosalynn that he had abandoned his

principles.

Inside the car, Rosalynn pocketed her phone and opened the door. “Well, I’m heading back now. You

should go too.”

Barlow sported a mischievous grin. “Rosalynn, does your husband truly not take the video seriously?

He didn’t seem to be in a good mood. If he ever resorts to domestic violence, remember to inform me.

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If you ever want a divorce, I’ll be by your side and I can whisk you away at any time.”

Rosalynn cast a brief glance at him and chose to ignore his comment.

They both stepped out of the car, parting ways without another word.

After Rosalynn arrived home and changed into comfortable clothes, Brian returned. fou’re back?”

Rosalynn remarked, taking a sip from her glass of water.

“Yes,” Brian replied, sitting on the sofa and unbuttoning his shirt.

His expression remained stoic, and a chill seemed to hang in the air, leaving an inexplicable sense of

gloom.

Sensing his sour mood, Rosalynn decided to pour him a glass of water.