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My Bossy CEO Husband by Symon Diller

Chapter 953
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Chapter: 953

It took her a long time to see Karina fell in love with another man

Why did Karina’s chosen man have to be someone as complex as Barlow?

Rosalynn sighed and swung the bathroom door open, leaving her tangled thoughts behind.

Positioned before the expansive glass windows, Barlow stood with one hand casually tucked into his

pocket while the other cradled a glass of wine. He gazed upon the city’s glowing skyline, seemingly

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Lost in his own world.

A subtle undercurrent of Loneliness enveloped him, casting a shadow over his contemplative figure.

His cynicism seemed Like a well-crafted mask, concealing a much deeper, perhaps lonely, truth about

him.

He must be tired of acting the part.

“You’ve been staring at me for quite some time. Catching your breath over my irresistible charm?”

Barlow’s devilish grin broke the silence as he turned to her.

Rosalynn collected herself, holding his gaze. “Maybe. If I wasn’t married, I might have fallen for it.

Satisfied now?”

Barlow roared with laughter. “If you weren’t my sister-in-law, I would have certainly chased after you.”

Rosalynn waved off his comments. “Enough. I am tired and need to rest.

I am taking the bed. You’re sleeping on the couch tonight.”

Barlow remained undeterred. “You do realize the bed is spacious enough for two, don’t you?”

Taken aback by his audaciousness, Rosalynn retorted, “Oh, really? You’d dare to share the bed?”

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His smirk was all too telling. “What if I do?”

“Then be prepared to live as a eunuch for the rest of your life,”

Rosalynn shot back, mirroring his smirk.

Another round of Barlow’s laughter echoed through the room. “Fair enough.”

As Rosalynn was about to leave, Barlow extended a glass of wine her way. “Don’t sleep yet. The night

can get quite dull. Let’s have a drink.”

Knowing Barlow’s true identity, her earlier concerns about the wine being spiked had dissipated.

Recalling the lonely figure she had witnessed earlier, she accepted the offer and took the glass from

him.