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My Bossy CEO Husband by Symon Diller

Chapter 490
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Chapter: 490

Would he discard her like a worn-out plaything once the ty wore off?

The thought of another heartbreak was too much to bear.

“I need to freshen up,” Rosalynn announced, snapping back to reality.

She gently extricated herself from his grasp and headed to the bathroom.

Watching the sway of her slim waist and the graceful stride of her legs, Brian allowed a smile to touch

his lips, trailing behind her leisurely.

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“So, I heard Harlan’s wedding was quite the spectacle last night. Were you involved in the drama?”

Norwood had filled him in about the fiasco, the bride pinning the blame on Rosalynn, and Barlow

stepping up to shield her.

“Let’s not delve into that. It’s all been taken care of,” Rosalynn retorted, her attention focused on

brushing her teeth. It was clear she had no desire to rehash the past.

Brian leaned against the door frame, his gaze lingering on her.

Had Barlow been the one to clean up her mess?

The thought rattled him.

As Rosalynn rinsed her mouth and moved to cleanse her face, she caught sight of the love bites

adorning her neck in the mirror.

She traced the marks with her fingertips, a quick glance thrown Brian’s way.

Snapping out of his reverie, Brian quirked a brow. “Something wrong?”

“Are you a canine in disguise? Look what you’ve done.”

She gestured at the damning evidence of their tryst.

Brian chuckled, a glint of mischief in his eyes. “And you? Are you a feline? I suspect my back tells a

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similar tale.”

He turned slightly, revealing several long scratches marring his skin, souvenirs from their passionate

encounter.

Rosalynn was caught off-guard, quickly shifting the conversation.

“I’m heading to the kitchen to prepare breakfast. Go get dressed. You can’t parade around in a towel all

day.”

As she exited, Brian tossed her a sequence of numbers, his mood clearly buoyant.

Puzzled, Rosalynn looked back at him.

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