My Bossy CEO Husband by Symon Diller

His train of thought was broken by the ringing of his phone. He leaned over and fished it from under the driver’s seat

“Brian! Did something happen? Why did you hang up all of a sudden?”

“Nothing. | happened to run into a little, wild cat just now.” Brian’s upper lip curled.

“Oh. | see. All right, are you arriving soon? The gamble on stones is about to start.”

“Il be there in a minute.”

Meanwhile, Rosalynn was feeling giddy after her encounter with her dreaded ex-husband. It was freeing to finally let out all of her pent-up frustrations in the last two years.

potted plants on top of the flowers she had originally

headed to a nearby shopping

home, so much so that she hummed an upbeat melody

and she felt as though

Soon, dusk fell.

massive, leather sofa

in

| lost in the gamble. | hope that

of the

really Rose, the world-renowned designer?”

nodded, his brows furrowed slightly. “Yes, of course. Rose prefers to keep a low profile. | hope that you will respect her privacy and