My Bossy CEO Husband by Symon Diller

Indeed, Brian should be hungry by now.

He must have not had dinner yet.

After all, as soon as he arrived at Atera Restaurant, he and Sanford caught a glimpse of the commotion in the private room. Then, he offered to take the girls home.

Reminded of how big of a help Brian was tonight, Rosalynn couldn’t help but smile faintly.

“If you don’t mind, would you like to come in and have something to drink first?”

Brian scoffed and answered, “That’s right. If you don’t know how to thank me through words, you should at least do something for me.”

off the next second. She forgot

for all his help, Rosalynn restrained herself and didn’t argue

stained blouse, changed into her

of the big living room and looked around

Brian a glass of water. Pursing her lips, she said, “Please have

want to have any contact with him, but never did she expect that she would

then took a sip from the glass and sat on

spacious and bright. There were fresh flowers placed on the tea table,

very relaxing to come home to such a place after

when it came to architectural

have some of the biscuits | made. You can eat while you’re