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.

on earth was he

trying to tease her because she had refused to announce

lifted her foot under the

Mr. Hughes, but I can handle it

furrowed as he looked at her for a moment. Then, he just smiled and turned his attention

leg, but his hand found its way

for words, Rosalynn discreetly reached under the table to pinch the back of his

simply wrapped her hand in his, continuing to converse with others as if nothing had happened, his handsome

could barely contain her rage as she noticed

same

had he become so

and the crowd began their meal