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.

face was covered in sweat, a

way to Lyndon’s curled-up body, she

he asked in a

but he caught sight of Rosalynn coming over. His eyes gleamed, and he closed his mouth, bursting into

down, intending to help

How could you

his body bent

come back to his senses, he felt himself being shoved to

squatted beside Lyndon,

gloomy. He stared at Rosalynn’s hand on Lyndon’s

bad guy here? Was