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.”

persistent worry for the branch, Edwin didn’t press the issue further and opened the car’s

closed his eyes. Just as he was

furrowed brow, Brian opened his

that it was Sanford calling, Brian closed his

didn’t you tell us about your divorce

shifted his body uncomfortably when

Maggie they had divorced, and Maggie subsequently shared the news with

this was what had

you really divorce Rosalynn? When

replied tiredly, “No,

not true? Brian, you need to explain