My Bossy CEO Husband

The revelation that Brian lived across from Rosalynn’s apartment stirred up a whirlpool of questions in Maggie’s mind.
Had Rosalynn spent the night at his place?
“Maggie, it’s not what you’re thinking,” Rosalynn hurriedly tried to explain, her hand instinctively going up to her forehead.
Brian, leaning against the doorframe, silenced her with a finger to his lips. “Remember to keep it hush-hush. She’s a bit shy.”
Maggie blinked, before nodding in understanding. “Yes, Mr. Hughes.”
Her mind raced.
So, Rosalynn was with Brian now?
“What nonsense!” Rosalynn protested, shooting Brian a fierce look.
‘Quit making things up.”
Brian only arched an eyebrow, his face the picture of innocence.
“Rosalynn, don’t be so hostile. I’ve got this from a renowned restaurant in the western suburbs. I‘11 head upstairs to change. I’11
join you for breakfast later.” Maggie gave the breakfast to Rosalynn.
The implication was clear. Brian had taken a shine to Rosalynn.
Feeling cornered, Rosalynn keyed in the password to her apartment, the door swinging open.
Just as she was about to close it, she noticed Brian attempting to follow her in.
“Why are you trailing me?” she questioned, her brows furrowing in confusion.
“I haven’t had breakfast yet,” Brian replied nonchalantly.
“That’s not my problem. We don’t know each other well!”
With that, Rosalynn shot him a final, glaring look before slamming the door shut.
Left alone in the corridor, Brian allowed a silent smile to curl his lips.

What a fiery spirit she had!
Retrieving his phone, he swiftly sent a message to Sanford.
“Join me for breakfast downstairs.”