My Bossy CEO Husband by Symon Diller

Chapter 955

Chapter: 955

Barlow looked at her and smiled. “I have no choice. You are my brother’s woman. I’m simply collecting

payment for what he owes me.”

Rosalynn asked, “What does Brian owe you?”

“Nothing, really. But I deserve retribution,“ Barlow said with a self-mocking smile. “It was my mother’s

fault. She was the one who made a mistake, but I was the one who suffered the consequences. Why

did the Hughes family abandon me for Brian? Fortunately, I didn’t grow up too bad. ALL things

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considered, I’m still a pretty nice guy, wouldn’t you say? If it had been someone else, he would

probably take everything from Brian, including you.”

Rosalynn saw the reason behind his words.

She brought her glass to her Lips and took another sip of wine. “Right. I guess you’d still count as a

good person.”

Barlow chuckled. “This is a surprise. Are you flattering me now?”

“I know you’re helping Brian in secret.”

“Really?”

“Obviously. So who is it? Who’s going to replace him? Is it someone from the Hughes family?”

“Take a guess.”

Once again, Rosalynn found herself unable to come up with a response.

The two of them talked for a while, drinking as they chatted. Rosalynn didn’t remember when she had

fallen asleep.

She was woken up by the blaring sound of an alarm, the incessant ringing ripping her away from sleep.

She opened her eyes, her ears picking up the sound of running water from the bathroom.

Barlow was probably taking a shower.

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There was a telltale pounding in her head that told her how much she had drunk last night. She sat up

slowly, wincing as she combed her fingers through her messy hair.

When she ran a hand over her face, the stench of alcohol from her body assailed her nostrils.

Just then, the door of the bathroom opened, with Barlow stepping out in a white bathrobe.

He was drying his wet hair with a towel.

There was an undeniable resemblance between him and his brother. For a moment, Rosalynn thought

it was Brian who had come out.

“Morning!” Barlow greeted.

Rosalynn collected herself and fought off the alcohol-induced heaviness in her head. She Lifted the

quilt, getting out of the bed. “Can I leave now?”

“What’s the rush? You can wash up first. I’m sure you’d feel better after.”