My Bossy CEO Husband

“I don’t need your help. I just bought these trousers. You should compensate me for them!” Mary demanded.
With a sly grin, Rosalynn rolled up her sleeves. “If you can’t take them off, let me help you.”
Her smile was disingenuous. It was as if she would help Mary remove her trousers any second.
Mary recoiled, stomped her foot, spun around, and stormed off.
She didn’t dare to provoke Rosalynn further, fearing that she might lose her job.
Rosalynn bent down to clean the mess, disposing of it in the trash can without a care in the world.
Eleanor had a knack for charming people.
If Rosalynn hadn’t hidden the truth that the one who had slept with
Brian was her, Eleanor wouldn’t have had any chance to get close to Brian.
Meanwhile, Brian was about to leave his office when he noticed Eleanor’s arrival. His brow furrowed.
“Why are you here?”
“I finished work early today and happened to be passing by, so I brought you some food,” Eleanor said with a smile, displaying
the coffee in her hand.
“I don’t need it,” Brian replied indifferently, walking past her.
“Wait a minute,” Eleanor called out, stopping him in his tracks.
“Anything else?” Impatience flickered in Brian’s eyes.
Eleanor approached him, gazing at his striking features, and asked, “Are you pursuing Rosalynn?”
Brian shot her a cold glare. “What are you trying to say?”
“I’m just saying that only through competition do we find motivation.
Even the best things might be worthless if nobody wants them,” Eleanor hinted in a meaningful tone of voice.

Brian narrowed his eyes. “Do you want her to misunderstand our relationship?”
“No, I’m doing this for myself,” Eleanor quickly replied. “I’m worried you’ll grow distant from me because of Rosalynn. Only when
you’re my backer will people respect me.”
Her candor caught Brian’s attention.