My Bossy CEO Husband by Symon Diller

Chapter 1546

Rosalynn’s gaze shifted to the opposite elevator wall as she said with feigned indifference, “I have

responsibilities tomorrow. I need to remain clear-headed.”

Her feelings for him were genuine, yet she was burdened by an internal struggle.

She acknowledged her own sentimentality.

After all, things too easily gained are seldom valued.

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She wasn’t ready to yield to him so quickly, not wanting him to perceive her as an easy conquest.

Maybe this was the “delicate equilibrium” that Gail had spoken of.

Silence ensued between them, chilling the atmosphere.

When the elevator reached her floor, Rosalynn stepped out without looking back, Brian made no move

to follow.

As the elevator doors shut, Rosalynn allowed herself a mocking smile.

Men often had a realistic outlook on things.

Realizing there would be no intimacy tonight, he didn’t bother with pretenses of endearment.

Inhaling deeply, Rosalynn retreated to her room for a soothing hot shower.

Post-shower, she meticulously collected strands of her hair, secured them in a tissue, and placed them

alongside Gail’s in a plastic bag.

Her thoughts drifted to the Moreno family, her eyes softening.

She felt a strong connection to them, convinced she belonged with the Moreno family.

Despite Kyson’s distant demeanor, she felt an undeniable sense of connection.

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In the top presidential suite.

Brian shook off his weariness with a refreshing shower.

He dried his damp hair and booted up his computer to deal with the pile-up of business tasks.

The back-to-back international conferences had spanned nearly three hours, and after they concluded,

he massaged his temples, noting the lateness of the hour.

It was nearing midnight. Despite the accumulated fatigue nudging him towards a peaceful slumber in

her embrace, his wife was adamant about discussing their compatibility.

Her tenacity never ceased to amaze him.

With a sigh, Brian turned off his computer and drummed his lean fingers on the desk absentmindedly.

After some contemplation, he grabbed his phone and texted Maggie, “Come out.”