My Bossy CEO Husband by Symon Diller

Fortunately, it was not a case of deliberate arson.

Brian massaged his aching temples, feeling utterly drained at this moment.

Edwin, who had been accompanying him, said with concern, “Mr. Hughes, you haven’t had any rest all night. Why don’t you take a break?”

Brian nodded when he heard this.

He was indeed exhausted because he hadn’t rested well.

It had been quite some time since he’d had a decent night’s sleep, especially with the recent days spent dealing with his mother’s marriage woes.

As Edwin prepared to book a nearby hotel for Brian, the latter waved it off, saying, “No, thanks. I’ll catch a quick nap in the car.”

branch, Edwin didn’t press the issue further and opened

settled into the back seat and closed his eyes. Just as he was about to doze off, his

opened his bloodshot

that it was Sanford calling, Brian closed his eyes and

asked, “Brian, why didn’t you tell us about your divorce with Rosalynn? How long were you going to hide such

rubbed his temples and shifted his body uncomfortably when he heard this.

might have told Maggie they had divorced,

was

it true? Did you really divorce Rosalynn?

“No, it’s

Brian, you need