My Bossy CEO Husband

He might just be feigning interest, though.
After all, Sanford was a gentleman. Perhaps he was just naturally kind to all his women.
Post-breakfast, Maggie busied herself with clearing the table.
Rosalynn, eyeing the men, issued a command. “Take out the trash.”
Both Brian and Sanford traded a stunned glance.
“Did you hear that? Go throw the garbage,” Brian echoed, delegating the menial task to Sanford.
Caught off guard, Sanford drew closer to him, whispering, “Brian, shouldn’t you aim to impress Rosalynn? Go and toss the
garbage.”
Hailing from noble families, the concept of dealing with waste was alien to them. Their meals had always been served and
cleared without a second thought.
They both had mysophobia.
Sanford’s proposal was a calculated move, a test for Brian to demonstrate his willingness to undertake even the most mundane
tasks.
Brian cast a wary glance at Rosalynn, his brow furrowing before he stooped to collect the sealed trash bag.
As Brian held the bag at an exaggerated distance from his body, Rosalynn couldn’t contain her laughter. “The bag isn‘t
contaminated, you know?”
Maintaining his composure, Brian replied, “Of course, you’re right.”
“Then why maintain such a gap between yourself and the bag?” Rosalynn prodded, her amusement evident.
“Static electricity.”
Rosalynn found herself at a loss for words.
His knack for conjuring excuses was impressive.

The quartet ventured out together, with Brian finally exhaling in relief only after discarding the trash.
Rosalynn greeted this with a smile, quickly neutralizing her expression when he turned her way.
“Rosalynn and I must be off now,” Maggie addressed them, her gaze following Rosalynn as she moved to start the car.
“We can escort you to work, Maggie. Isn’t that right, Brian?” Sanford offered.
In response, Brian threw him an icy stare before pivoting away, a silent dismissal.