My Bossy CEO Husband

Her face fell. “Rosalynn, why are you here? And you’re unscathed!”
A cold smile played on Rosalynn’s lips as she produced a small bottle and sprayed its contents to Brylee. s it turns out, you
should be the one in distress!”
‘Ah! What are you doing?” Brylee cried out.
Rosalynn shoved her further into the room before swiftly exiting.
A man’s voice floated in from behind. “Is it done?”
“Yes,” Rosalynn confirmed.
She felt a warmth enveloping her shoulders. Looking down, she saw Barlow draping a suit jacket over her.
“Thanks,” Rosalynn muttered, adjusting the suit jacket on her shoulders.
Barlow flashed a teasing grin. “Rosalynn, I’ve come to your rescue yet again. How do you plan to repay me?”
“I never asked for your help,” Rosalynn responded coolly before descending the stairs.
“Regardless, you’re in my debt now,” Barlow called after her, his voice filled with mirth.
Rosalynn chose to remain silent, tacitly acknowledging his claim.
She descended the stairs and surveyed the crowd from afar. “I’m leaving,” she announced.
She had done her part, and any further involvement seemed pointless.
“Don’t you want to see how things unfold for Brylee?” Barlow caught her by the arm.
Rosalynn frowned. “Don’t touch me,” she snapped.
Barlow released her, chuckling playfully. “Come on, Rosalynn, don’t be so prudish. You saw me naked.”
Her eyes shot him an icy glare.
She wished she could wipe that memory clean.

Just then, a voice called out to her.
“Good evening, Rosalynn.”