My Bossy CEO Husband by Symon Diller

Chapter 817

Chapter: 818

Taking a deep breath, she approached them and spoke up for herself.

“What do you know? Brian is simply being considerate of me because I am pregnant. He is afraid that I

might fall or overexert myself. That woman is a great designer, and we are both very familiar with her.

That’s why he chose her. He knows that we are acquainted, and that I won’t be jealous of her.”

The women held on to their suspicions but chose not to say anything.

Just when Eleanor thought she had convinced them, someone suddenly burst out laughing behind her.

She turned to see Valeria walking to her.

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“You’re really good at coming up with these imaginary excuses on the fly, huh? It’s obvious you’re only

using Brian to hype yourself up.”

Valeria flicked her hair over her shoulder and looked Eleanor up and down with disdain.

Eleanor said through gritted teeth, “You’d better stop spreading such rubbish so carelessly.”

“Rubbish?” Valeria leaned close and whispered to Eleanor, “Don’t think for a second that you have

everyone fooled. Rosalynn is Brian’s true and legal wife. If it weren’t for the fact that she doesn’t want

to bother with the stress of dealing with you, you wouldn’t even be able to step inside this

establishment.”

A drastic change came over Eleanor’s face.

Valeria knew the truth about Brian and Rosalynn!

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Eleanor felt a mix of panic and mortification.

On the dance floor, Brian and Rosalynn glided under the bright Lights.

They were a stunning pair.

Brian held her waist, his eyes filled with tenderness as he gazed down at her.

“You’re a very graceful dancer. You surprise me every day. Tell me, are you hiding any more talents

from me?”

Rosalynn’s smile still didn’t reach her eyes. “I’d rather not say.”

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Brian chuckled as the music changed. He let her waist go and let her spin around him. “No matter. I

can peel back those Layers and find out for myself.”

The hem of Rosalynn’s dress bloomed on the dance floor, like a blue rose in the dark, emitting a

captivating beauty like herself.

“Aren’t you worried that Eleanor might get jealous? She was about to cry when you ignored her and

asked me to dance instead,” Rosalynn said.

Brian grew serious. “Let me say it again, Rosalynn. You are the one I love. The only one. And I don’t

care whether others would get jealous or not. I don’t care what they think. The only thing that matters to

me are your thoughts and your feelings.”

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