My Bossy CEO Husband

What was he implying? She was utterly confused.
The room descended into silence.
Rosalynn turned her attention to Brian, sprawled inebriated on the couch. Setting aside the ingredients, she bent over and gently
patted his face.
“Hey, wake up. The bed would be far more comfortable.”
Brian’s eyes fluttered open, their soft gaze captivating under the gentle illumination.
Brian was undeniably aloof and haughty when he was sober.
However, under the influence of alcohol, his icy demeanor thawed, revealing a softer side.
This unexpected shift touched a chord in Rosalynn’s heart.
Seeing his sleep-laden eyes gaze at her, she decided to lend a hand.
“Let me help you to your room to sleep, okay?”
Brian remained silent, his eyes fixed on her face.
There was a depth of feeling in his eyes that resembled a man deeply in love.
Rosalynn’s heart pounded.
Swiftly averting her eyes, she hoisted his arm onto her shoulders and assisted him to his feet.
Brian leaned heavily against her, a silent acknowledgment of her offer.
“You are so heavy!” Rosalynn complained, pushing open the door to the bedroom and guiding him to the bed.
Just as she was about to straighten up, a tug on her arm sent her sprawling onto his body.
He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her into a firm embrace.
Caught off guard, Rosalynn tried to extricate herself, “Brian, let me go.”

Brian didn’t respond, but tightened his hold on her.
The strong scent of alcohol wafted from him.
His head nuzzled against hers, a low, contented sound resonating from his throat.