My Bossy CEO Husband by Symon Diller

A whimper disrupted the quiet of the night as they got out of the car. They walked to the front of the car and, just in front of the right tire, saw a brown puddle lying down.

The dog raised her head as she heard their approach and stared at them with frightened eyes.

Trembling, she tried to stand up but was unable to.

Rosalynn’s heart softened as she saw just how helpless the dog was.

She bent down and slowly moved towards the dog as she said with a soothing voice, “Hey there little one. I just want to help. You don’t need to be scared, okay?”

Behind her, Brian stood still and swallowed hard as he watched her move towards the dog.

Rosalynn gingerly scooped up the poodle, her gentle touch revealing a canvas of injuries adorning the dog’s body.

inspection unveiled a tapestry of wounds-some old, some fresh-ranging from

why the dog bore such

her previous owner subject

probed the injuries, she shivered, perhaps in response to

at her finger with tiny teeth, a gesture of her

Rosalynn murmured, “Fear not. I won’t bring

Rosalynn gently caressed the poodle’s

if comprehending her intentions, ceased her whimpering, released Rosalynn’s finger, shot her a glance with

remarkable intelligence

cradling her,

get hurt from the car, but it seems she’s been abused by her owner. Let’s give her a