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My Bossy CEO Husband by Symon Diller

Chapter 489
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Chapter: 489

This was the first time a woman had made such a proposition to him.

“Rosalynn, do I seem disgraceful?”

“No. If you’re not comfortable with it, we can just forget I said anything.”

Rosalynn pushed him away and was about to head to the bathroom.

Brian pulled her back into his arms and stared at her intently.

“Rosalynn, you’re different.”

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It was the first time he had encountered a woman who saw him purely as a lover.

“Thank you for the compliment. So, do we have a deal?” Rosalynn blinked, her smile beaming.

Brian wrapped his arms around her waist and stated, “I have but one condition. Don’t betray me during

this time. And, stay away from Barlow.”

Arching her eyebrows, Rosalynn replied, “I won’t betray you. As for staying away from Barlow, can you

distance yourself from Eleanor?”

Brian furrowed his brow. “That’s different.”

“Why is it different?” Rosalynn studied the man’s handsome face and nodded in understanding. “You’re

right. The relationship between you and Eleanor is of a different nature. I’m just a casual friend to

Barlow. So, you can’t dictate my actions, but I can request you to avoid Eleanor.”

She had an uncanny knack for argument.

Brian was left speechless.

He stared at her and asserted, “Rosalynn, not everyone is privileged to share a bed with me. So, you

can be assured that there won’t be another woman in my bed in the future.”

Brian’s countenance was grave, chiseled features growing more striking with each passing moment.

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Rosalynn found herself on the precipice of confession, her heart teetering on the edge.

She yearned to tell him about their shared history, that she was once his wife, that she lost her virginity

to him.

But as images of Eleanor and his true identity came flooding back, she held her tongue.

Last night had been a moment of surrender, an impulsive dance in the sheets.

He had declared a commitment, but how deep did his feelings truly run?

Would his fascination wane after a month? Two? Three?

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