My Bossy CEO Husband

“You saved the two girls. Do you remember what they looked Like?”
Rosalynn tucked a strand of hair behind her ear.
“I’m sorry, I don’t remember,” Brian replied. “I only recall that one of the girls was in a terrible state. She had been raped. The
other girl’s face and body were covered in blood, and she was in a daze, but still fighting. Luckily, most of the blood wasn‘t hers.
She was holding a piece of glass and almost killed the man who tried to assault her.”
Rosalynn swallowed hard, attempting to steady her racing thoughts.
It was easy for him to forget things. The person he had saved stood right in front of him, yet he had no recollection of it
whatsoever.
She couldn’t blame him, though.
After all, she had also mistaken the wrong person as her savior.
“What would you like for breakfast?” Rosalynn asked, mustering a cheerful tone while taking a deep breath.
Brian narrowed his eyes, regarding her with curiosity.
“You want to make breakfast for me? Is it the last breakfast?”
His confusion was evident as her attitude towards him changed so abruptly.
“No, but I can cook the last dinner for yo hastening toward the door.
Rosalynn answered,
Brian arched an eyebrow, unable to suppress a smile.
It was undeniable that all girls seemed to be drawn to heroes.
If he had known that his gallant actions could elicit such kindness from her, he would have mentioned it earlier.
Brian and Rosalynn returned home, yet he continued to gaze at her intently. She was left speechless.
“Why do you keep staring at me? Are you afraid I‘11l poison you?” she quipped.

“No, but I’m curious if you’ve become infatuated with me,” Brian teased, deliberately provoking her.
Rosalynn rolled her eyes and made her way to the kitchen.
“Yes. Are you pleased?”
Brian raised an eyebrow, his expression filled with surprise. “Are you being serious?”