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.

was covered in sweat, a sick pallor

quickly ran to him. As she made her way to Lyndon’s curled-up body, she heard

still want to continue?” he asked in a voice that dripped

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

shocked. Thinking that Lyndon was really unwell, Brian bent down, intending to help

How could you elbowed him like

his body bent halfway toward the

to his senses, he felt himself being shoved

beside Lyndon, immediately checking his

of him, his eyes turning gloomy. He stared at Rosalynn’s hand on Lyndon’s wrist, suddenly overcome

Was she blaming him