My Bossy CEO Husband

“My hands are fine.

”

Brian’s frosty demeanor thawed marginally as he observed Lyndon eating unaided.

Yet, his gaze lingered on Lyndon, vigilant against any sign he might seek Rosalynn’s aid.

Lyndon sampled the congee and remarked leisurely, “Mr.

Hughes, I’ve declared my orientation.

Your looks of affection are unwarranted.

”

Dumbfounded, Brian couldn’t muster a reply.

He was not gazing with affection!

Lyndon certainly thought too highly of himself!

Rosalynn, eavesdropping on their exchange, flicked her gaze between them and couldn’t suppress a grin.

The pair shared a curious chemistry.

Had Brian not been her spouse, she might have fancied pairing them up.

She pondered who would dominate in such a pairing.

Catching her musing expression, Brian was momentarily at a loss for words.

He enveloped her in his embrace, his fingers delicately cradling her chin.

“Darling, what’s on your mind?”

“Nothing.

”

“Really? Were your thoughts on me, perhaps?”

With a playful tone, Brian drew her closer.

Rosalynn’s lips tightened, her response withheld.

She sought to disengage his hand from her chin.

Unfazed, Brian pressed his lips to hers.

“One should naturally ponder over their husband, not odd musings,” he whispered.

While entwined in Brian’s kiss and embrace, Rosalynn rolled her eyes.

“Brian, release me.

This is a hospital.

Have you no shame?”

Brian replied, “Shame? That doesn’t concern me.

Others matter not.

”

Rosalynn, left wordless, could only gaze at him with her eloquent eyes.