My Bossy CEO Husband by Symon Diller

“I’m contemplating why I could be such a jerk. How could I leave a stunning lady like you alone for two years?”

Arching her brows, Rosalynn playfully jabbed his firm chest. “You really were a jerk.”

Brian chuckled, his hand gently brushing through her hair. He sighed, “It’s a shame. I left in such a huff, not knowing how many moments of happiness in bed I missed.”

Rosalynn was left speechless.

She pinched him, accustomed to his recurrent references to their intimacy.

Brian laughed, lowered his head, and pressed a gentle kiss. He murmured softly, “Tell me, how did you spend these past two years when I was away?”

classes, stayed at home, or

her, leading the way. “What kept

“Writing, drawing…”

third-floor living room, where an expansive floor-to-ceiling window unveiled the

place to sit on the soft carpet, embracing the

joined her by the window, cradling her in his arm, their shared imaginations unfolding

cross-legged on the plush carpet, clad in loose pajamas, her hair cascading gently over her shoulders as she sketched

delicate features in an ethereal glow, akin to a masterpiece crafted by

grappling

only he could rewind to two years ago,

could witness her evolution from the outset, an appreciation burgeoning into a gradual cascade of

beginning, blessed with more companionship