My Bossy CEO Husband by Symon Diller

Her face fell. “Rosalynn, why are you here? And you’re unscathed!”

A cold smile played on Rosalynn’s lips as she produced a small bottle and sprayed its contents to Brylee. s it turns out, you should be the one in distress!”

‘Ah! What are you doing?” Brylee cried out.

Rosalynn shoved her further into the room before swiftly exiting.

A man’s voice floated in from behind. “Is it done?”

“Yes,” Rosalynn confirmed.

warmth enveloping her shoulders. Looking down,

Rosalynn muttered, adjusting the suit jacket on

I’ve come to your rescue

Rosalynn

now,” Barlow called after her, his voice filled with

remain silent, tacitly acknowledging

stairs and surveyed the crowd from afar. “I’m

part, and any further involvement seemed

things unfold for Brylee?” Barlow caught

frowned. “Don’t touch

Rosalynn, don’t be so prudish. You saw me