My Bossy CEO Husband by Symon Diller

But his gesture wasn’t the typical offer of a handshake. Rosalynn stood there, confused, as she looked at him inquisitively.

Lyndon’s smile remained as he quirked an eyebrow. “Care to check my pulse, Rosalynn?”

Rosalynn found herself at a loss for words.

It became clear that he wanted her to check his pulse.

She couldn’t help but smile.

She reached out, gently placing her fingertips against his wrist to feel his pulse.

Unmoving and silent, Lyndon fixed his gaze on her.

Lyndon closely

denying it-he was a strikingly handsome man. But something about the way he looked at Rosalynn set off alarm bells in

his gaze as if he were looking at

couldn’t help but fill

on earth was this

have a crush on

Fernandez, you have not fully recovered yet, but it’s nothing serious,” Rosalynn reassured him after checking his

to respond when someone behind him asked him to

his arm around Rosalynn’s shoulder and

tell him to let Rosalynn

then quickly pulled