My Bossy CEO Husband by Symon Diller

Chapter: 1132

She set the glass down and wordlessly glared at the man beside her, the culprit of her spill.

What was he up to?

“Are you tired from work? You can‘t even hold a glass steadily,” Brian said with a straight face, his slender fingers pulling some tissues to dry Rosalynn’s damp hand.

Rosalynn wanted to retort, but a tickling sensation in her palm stopped her.

He was tracing her palm.

was he trying

he trying to tease her because she had refused to

the table and

Hughes, but I can

looked at her for a moment. Then,

but his hand found its way

for words, Rosalynn discreetly reached under the table

hand in his, continuing to converse with others as if nothing had happened, his handsome face devoid

barely contain her rage as she noticed the subtle interaction between the

this the same reserved man she

had he become

was soon filled with dishes, and the crowd