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My Bossy CEO Husband by Symon Diller

Chapter 986
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Chapter: 986

Wasn’t he afraid of overexertion?

Rosalynn contemplated to herself as she Lifted the quilt and prepared to get out of bed.

However, the moment her feet touched the floor, she swayed unsteadily, her strength failing.

Quickly, she steadied herself using the bed’s edge, preventing an untimely fall.

Rosalynn was at a loss for words. It wasn’t until she regained some strength that she managed to leave

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the bedroom.

In the living room, Brian was busily working at his desk.

Adorned in Light gray pajamas, his handsome features were as vibrant as ever.

Remembering the previous day’s events, Rosalynn rolled her eyes discreetly.

How unjust.

He was the one who had expended the energy, yet it was she who bore the brunt of the exhaustion.

“I know I’m good-looking. There’s no need to stare,” Brian remarked, lifting his gaze to her with a mild

smile.

Jolted back to reality, Rosalynn moved to pour herself a glass of water.

“Don’t flatter yourself. I was merely wondering how many performance-enhancers you consumed Last

night,” she retorted.

Her throat was parched and her voice was raspy. Rosalynn coughed slightly, downing a full glass of

water to quench her thirst.

Brian cast her a brief glance before saying, “Go freshen up. After that, come and have breakfast. You

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must be famished.”

Rosalynn, consumed by hunger, patted her flat stomach and cast a glance at Brian.

His gaze, unchanging, remained glued to the computer screen; his attractive features were etched with

composure.

Yesterday, he had roamed every inch of her body in a meticulous examination.

He didn’t suspect the relationship between her and Barlow anymore, did he?

A pout formed on Rosalynn’s lips as she picked up her phone, retreating to the sanctuary of the

bathroom.

Her phone’s battery was gasping its last breath. Upon inspection, she noticed texts from Maggie and

Keegan inquiring about her whereabouts from the previous afternoon

After responding to each message individually, her gaze settled on a text from Barlow.