My Bossy CEO Husband by Symon Diller

“No. It’s just that you are my superior. You know how fast rumors can spread, especially in workplaces. I’m afraid that if | get too close to you, it will just cause trouble for the both of us.”

Staring at her for a couple of seconds, Brian sneered and shook his head lightly. “Should | call you considerate?”

“| just want to make money without unnecessary troubles.”

Her answer was simple and reasonable.

Looking at her beautiful face, Brian felt a little uneasy.

It was as if he couldn’t clearly see through her.

he realized how mysterious she was, the more he wanted

know how hungry | am already. Go cook something for me,” Brian said in a

and speechless. The audacity of this guy befuddled

him for now. Then, he could

did she need to cook for

tonight, she decided to do what

| didn’t go grocery shopping today. How about spaghetti?

“Yeah. That will do.”

watched Rosalyn tie up her long silky hair

the kitchen, Rosalyn put on an apron and

help but let out a faint smile, feeling inexplicable warmth in his