My Bossy CEO Husband

Rosalynn was speechless.
What was he up to?
Why did it feel Like he was competing with Barlow for her attention?
“If there are onions, do you want to help me peel them too?”
“I’LL just be twiddling my thumbs otherwise. I can lend a hand with cooking, so we can finish faster,” Brian explained earnestly.
Rosalynn smiled. “Peeling onions tends to make people tear up. I asked Barlow to do it to make fun of him. Are you sure you
want to do it too?”
So that was her reasoning.
Brian raised his eyebrows, with joy in his eyes
“Rosalynn, don’t you want me to suffer a bit?”
It turned out in her heart, he ranked higher than Barlow.
Today, Brian seemed somewhat childish to Rosalynn.
He reminded her of a kindergartener, always eager to compete. re you genuinely planning to help me cook?” she asked. jell,
what do you want me to do?”
Then assist me by chopping this potato.”
Rosalynn tossed a potato his way.
It was easy.
Brian caught the potato and prepared to slice it.
“Wait, you need to peel it first,” Rosalynn said in a hurry.
Did he need to peel the potato?

Brian took the skinning knife from Rosalynn and began to peel.
Since he rarely did such things, his technique was rather clumsy.
The peeler had a blade guard. He applied too much pressure and accidentally nicked his finger.
Rosalynn turned around and noticed Brian holding his index finger in obvious pain.