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

ran to him. As she made her way to Lyndon’s curled-up

asked in a voice that

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

intending to help him up. Just then,

he’s been injured? How could you elbowed him like

his body bent halfway

could come back to his senses, he felt himself being

squatted beside Lyndon, immediately

front of him, his eyes turning gloomy. He stared at

guy here? Was she blaming him