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 sick pallor cast on

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

still want to continue?” he asked in a

over. His eyes gleamed, and he closed his mouth, bursting into a fit

was really unwell, Brian bent down, intending to help him up. Just

How

body bent halfway toward the

his senses,

beside Lyndon, immediately

He stared at Rosalynn’s hand

the bad guy here? Was