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.

in sweat, a sick pallor cast on his

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

want to continue?” he asked

eyes gleamed, and

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

injured? How could you elbowed him like

his body bent

to his senses, he

beside Lyndon, immediately

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

here? Was she blaming