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.

Rosalynn retorted, “I’m warning

out of the car! Rosalynn,

was icy, laced

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

exit the vehicle now, his irritation

urged, “I’m going to leave the car, but please, try to keep your temper in check. Remember, you’re a person, not an untamed creature that loses its temper at

at a loss

up, Rosalynn turned

“Lyndon, my apologies.

The car tailing us

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

by Lyndon’s, halting