My Bossy CEO Husband by Symon Diller

Haleigh met Rosalynn’s gaze, her own eyes red from crying.

“Barlow…”

The harsh reality hung heavy in the air, a truth that none of them wanted to accept.

Unable to find words to convey her condolences, Rosalynn simply held Haleigh’s trembling hand.

Haleigh’s eyes turned red as tears welled up again. She closed her eyes tightly, struggling to hold back her tears.

Uncertain of how to console Haleigh, Rosalynn could only sit beside her in silent solidarity.

while, Haleigh croaked out a question, her voice hoarse

you and Barlow at that suburban building at night? Was it really a date,

aback when

phone had died, leaving her oblivious to the news coverage. She had no idea how the media had

really twisted what had happened into a romantic

and I weren’t on a date,” Rosalynn said, feeling the need to set

gaze on Rosalynn and

condense the

who loved Barlow, but her

Barlow came to rescue me, but we never

with fresh tears

“Who is that woman?”