My Bossy CEO Husband by Symon Diller

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Right then, the car’s atmosphere took a sharp turn and got all tense.

Rosalynn took out her phone, tempted to ask Karl about Maggie’s whereabouts.

Was there no chance she would return?

But in the end, she gave up.

After all, It was Maggie’s decision and not their place to meddle.

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It was just unfortunate that the two had no more chances to get back together.

As Brian held her hand, warmth spread through her once more.

“Honey, just leave them behind. Think about me.”

Rosalynn glanced at him and said, “You’re always around. What else is there to think about?”

Brian arched an eyebrow. “I’m constantly close, yet unable to reach out and touch. Don’t you desire

that?”

Rosalynn couldn’t help but chuckle.

His momentary diversion diffused the tension between them.

The car soon arrived at the Owmale Hotel.

Upon parking the car, they entered into the hotel and went up to Brian’s presidential suite.

As they stepped into the room, Brian leaned in for a kiss.

Rosalynn dodged it and replied, “I’m heading for a shower.”

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“Let’s go together.” Brian locked eyes with her, his gaze profound.

Rosalynn understood there was no point in resisting, so she sprang into his embrace with a single leap.

Her legs entwined around his waist.

Brian’s lips curved into a smile as he wrapped his strong arms around her hips.

“Honey, are you testing my waist strength?”

Rosalynn arched an eyebrow, playfully challenging him. “Or have you gotten too old for this?”

Brian chuckled and said confidently, “We’ll find out soon enough if I’m capable!”

He playfully thought that she would soon be the one to cry for mercy.