My Bossy CEO Husband by Symon Diller

Brian reached out to her once more.

This time, Rosalynn didn’t reject the call. She accepted it.

“Brian, please stop.”

She had no desire to meet him at the moment. Solitude was her only wish.

“Step out of the car!”

At the other end, the man’s breath came out ragged, betraying his struggle to keep his fury at bay.

retorted, “I’m warning

of the car! Rosalynn, you

was icy,

phone, Rosalynn’s memory flashed to the time he had wrongly accused her of infidelity with Barlow. Brian had collided with Barlow’s car in a fit of rage, sparking a vehement

the vehicle now, his irritation might reach

“I’m going to leave the car, but please, try to keep your temper in

at a loss for

she’d hung up, Rosalynn turned to

“Lyndon, my apologies.

over? The car tailing

cast a brief glance her way, wordlessly decelerating, steering to the

zoomed by Lyndon’s, halting ahead of