My Bossy CEO Husband by Symon Diller

Chapter 1676

The harmonious melody and soft lighting showcased their joyful expressions.

Brian gazed affectionately at Rosalynn, complimented her in a deep, appealing tone.

“Honey, you look stunning.”

He complimented her genuinely. Rosalynn raised her eyebrows and teased, “I’ve had enough of your

compliments.”

People kept complimenting her today, and she was genuinely exhausted from all the praise.

Brian’s smile lit up as he embraced the rhythm of the music, capturing her delicate waist. With a playful

nudge, he guided her into a twirl and spin.

Rosalynn arched backward gracefully, with Brian’s right hand providing steady support at her waist, his

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dark eyes gazing into hers intensely.

“You’re my one and only, my enchanting goddess.”

Sensing her weariness of repetitive compliments, he chose a different phrase.

A broader smile spread across Rosalynn’s face as she gazed into Brian’s captivating eyes, feeling a

warm sensation in her heart.

They had danced the opening number together before, not for the first time.

Yet, the atmosphere between them felt distinctly more special this time.

Witnessing their connection, Selina’s hands formed tight fists, her eyes reflecting intense envy.

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She should have been at Brian’s side, basking in the admiration and blessings of everyone, but things

had taken a different turn.

The music ceased, and the audience erupted in applause.

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Grasping Rosalynn’s hand, Brian nodded in gratitude before they exited the dance floor.

With the opening dance concluded, the celebration took flight.

Emerging talents took the microphone, serenading melodies that inspired the young fellows to invite

their beloved ladies for a dance.

Approaching Selina, a voice inquired, “Miss Forbes, may I have this dance?”

Glancing up, Selina recognized the speaker. It was Larry Castro from Skrix. He was once an ardent

suitor.

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Though the Castro family were affluent, Larry’s stout build and mere 5.3-foot stature hardly appealed to

her.

Exasperated by his relentless pursuit, Selina had once publicly rebuked him and made fun of his

appearance.

That rebuff had shadowed Larry’s visage with resentment, and while his pursuits ceased, his grudge

was an open secret.

Apologies lacing her tone, Selina demurred, “Mr. Castro, please pardon my condition today. I’m not in

the mood for dancing, so perhaps someone else would be a better choice.”

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