My Bossy CEO Husband by Symon Diller

Rosalynn decided not to press further and allowed Barlow to protect her as they made their way to the stairs.

However, the tremors grew increasingly intense, causing them to stumble and slide to the edge of a guardrail.

Barlow’s expression turned grave, and he quickly clung to a concrete pillar to stop his slide.

“Rosalynn, hold onto my hand tightly!”

Rosalynn’s body dangled dangerously over the edge.

She swallowed hard as she clutched Barlow’s hand with all her might. She stared at the tilting building, her heart pounding wildly.

sway, and they would meet

of me, Barlow. We are on the fifth floor. I’ll be okay if

shot her a sidelong glance, surprised she could still joke in

Fu? There is a cement floor below, and no matter how skilled you are, you will be seriously injured if not killed.

veins bulging on Barlow’s arm as he hoisted

both hugged the

washed over Rosalynn, and just as she was about to let out a relieved exhale, she cast her eyes upwards, only to discover

an eye, the ceiling

“Look out!”

in his protective embrace, their bodies rolling instinctively to

squeezed her eyes shut as she experienced the sensation of free fall, her body seemingly suspended in