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My Bossy CEO Husband by Symon Diller

Chapter 617
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Chapter: 617

Her instinct was to retort and end the call.

However, remembering that she needed his assistance, she took a deep breath and feigned a sugary

voice. “No, it’s just…I’m a little shy!

You caught me off-guard with that sudden kiss. I was flustered and unsure about my feelings towards

you.”

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“You mean to say you might like me?”

The idea seemed ridiculous to her.

How could she ever Like a man so manipulative?

But Karina couldn’t vocalize these thoughts and continued in her sweetly innocent voice, “I’m shy. Don’t

interrogate me so bluntly.”

“Stop pretending. Speak normally,” Barlow interjected.

Karina coughed, reverting to her regular tone. “Enough of this. Are you joining me for Lunch or not?”

Pretending was exhausting.

“Of course! Just share the location.”

Half an hour Later, they found themselves in a swanky restaurant.

Sipping his drink, Barlow observed Karina, a forced smile etched on her face. “You’re being unusually

flattering. You need a favor, don’t you? Out with it.”

Karina proceeded to serve him some food. “You’re quite perceptive.”

“Stop. Quit beating around the bush,” Barlow urged.

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“Alright. Karina cleared her throat, gathering her thoughts before confessing, “You’re the most attractive

man I’ve ever met. I need you to charm someone.”

Upon hearing this, Barlow choked on his drink, coughing violently.

Karina closed her eyes, wiping the splattered drink from her face. The entire scenario was downright

repugnant, yet seeing Barlow’s gaze upon her, she offered a sycophantic smile and handed him a

napkin.

“Relax. Let me help clean you up.”

Barlow accepted the napkin, his eyes filled with disbelief.

‘ou want me to seduce someone? Who do you think I am?”

“Of course, I think of you as a friend, that’s why I feel comfortable asking you for help,” Karina

reassured.