My Bossy CEO Husband by Symon Diller

By the time Brian snapped back to his senses, she had been gone. Now, there was nobody else in the corridor except for this actress.

It must have been her, right?

Eleanor was rooted to the spot. She blinked at Brian’s handsome face, her mind racing.

Perhaps Brian had slept with someone last night, but he had no idea who it was.

“Get back inside first.”

Brian thought back to the distinct bloodstain on his sheets, and he softened his tone.

all Eleanor could do not to jump up and down in joy. But she stifled her

night, you said that you came to the wrong

the sofa and cast

the previous night was a little hazy, but what he

she wasn’t the one drugging him, then that meant that she was as much of the victim in the

John Cohen, for an audition. It was just by accident

eyes to conceal

a while before asking, “What kind of

you. We are both adults. | don’t plan to take last night’s incident to

practically most powerful man

the type of person who could get