My Bossy CEO Husband by Symon Diller

Brushing past him, she headed for her car.

Brian reached out, pulling her back gently. “Let’s head back together.”

Casting him a cool glance, Rosalynn’s lips curled up in a frigid smile.

“I’d rather not. Your car’s been contaminated.”

Finding himself at a loss for words, Brian chuckled. She was more jealous than he thought.

“Take the car for a cleaning tomorrow and have the interior redone,”

Brian told the driver.

driver nodded, accepting

the car door. Then, without another word, she got in, leaving Brian alone in

frosty demeanor, moving around

seatbelt, he leaned over to clip

men only feign such thoughtfulness when they’d been caught

a sidelong glance at his chiseled profile and couldn’t help but scoff, “You don’t have to butter me up, Brian, unless you’re hiding

a glint of amusement in his eyes. His low chuckle echoed in the car as he reached over

“Jealous?”

delight that only served to

“Don’t touch me with the same hand that touched