My Bossy CEO Husband by Symon Diller

With how well he played, one could almost mistake him for a pro.

Her gaze fell on Lyndon next. He was heaving, his face slightly pale, and his hands propped up on his legs. He didn’t look too well.

Rosalynn’s smile froze. She quickly walked over to them to check the situation.

But the two just resumed their match, grabbing rebounds again.

The ball was in Lyndon’s hand. Brian elbowed him, stealing the ball the next moment and finishing up with a jump shot in one fluid motion.

Rosalynn frowned at Brian’s actions.

This time, Lyndon wobbled, falling to the ground the next moment.

covered in sweat, a sick pallor cast

As she made her way

asked in a voice that

gleamed, and he closed his mouth, bursting into a fit of coughs as he clutched at

was shocked. Thinking that Lyndon was really unwell, Brian bent down, intending to help him up. Just then, a woman’s

How could you elbowed him like

his body bent halfway toward the

could come back to his senses, he

squatted beside Lyndon,

him, his eyes turning gloomy. He stared at Rosalynn’s hand on Lyndon’s wrist, suddenly overcome with the impulse to pull

Was she blaming him for