My Bossy CEO Husband by Symon Diller

Chapter 469

Chapter: 469

In her eyes, Rosalynn was just a woman who had been raped by human traffickers. Why were all the

men surrounding her either wealthy or influential?

“No,” Rosalynn responded casually.

Brylee scoffed, “Indeed, how could a man of such stature be interested in you?”

“Brylee!” Harlan interjected, his displeasure apparent.

Barlow, flashing a disarming smile, patted Harlan on the shoulder.

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“A man should marry a virtuous wife. I must say, your taste in women is terrible.”

Flustered, Harlan quickly tried to defuse the situation. “I apologize. Brylee can be a bit headstrong at

times.”

Barlow quirked an eyebrow, replying, “Beauty is in the eye of the beholder. Now, you may attend to

your guests. Rosalynn and I will mingle around here.”

With that, Barlow casually draped his arm around Rosalynn’s shoulder and steered her to a different

area.

Brylee’s anger reached its boiling point as she watched Rosalynn’s and Barlow’s retreating figures, her

face contorting with frustration.

“Seriously, what’s with this guy and his arrogant attitude? I was feeling sorry for him, and now he’s

taking a shot at me because of Rosalynn? I bet Rosalynn has been badmouthing me to him!”

A flicker of displeasure cast a shadow over Harlan’s face, revealing his growing annoyance. “Why do

you always find fault in others? Rosalynn hasn’t done anything to you!”

If it weren’t for the fact that this was their wedding, he would want to break up with her.

Barlow was right-a man should marry a virtuous wife.

Brylee had been spoiled by her family since childhood. Could she fulfill the role of a good wife?

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“Are you saying she didn’t provoke me? You’ve been staring at her ever since she arrived. Harlan,

have you been thinking about her?” Anger fueled Brylee as she snapped at Harlan accusingly.

A sense of restlessness overcame Harlan.

“Look, I just miss her, okay? Are you still willing to marry me?”

Brylee was startled, her voice caught in her throat.

“Harlan, please understand that I’m only complaining because I care about you. Don’t be mad at me,

please.”

Harlan let out a deep sigh as he observed Brylee’s wounded expression.

“Well, enough of that. I need to attend to the guests. Take a break first. The wedding is about to start.”