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 to

because she had refused to

foot under the table and

your concern, Mr. Hughes, but I can

for a moment. Then, he just smiled and

withdraw her leg, but his hand found its way back to her

Rosalynn discreetly reached under the table to pinch the

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

next to Rosalynn, could barely contain her rage as she noticed

this the same

he become so

table was soon filled with dishes, and the crowd