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.

sweat, a sick

her way to Lyndon’s curled-up body, she heard Brian’s voice from

he asked in a voice that dripped

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

was really unwell, Brian bent down, intending to

been injured? How could you

movements stopped, his body bent halfway toward

senses, he felt himself being shoved to

squatted beside Lyndon, immediately checking his

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

bad guy here? Was she blaming