My Bossy CEO Husband

Rosalynn eyed the man. He was a handsome fellow, vaguely familiar, but she couldn’t quite place him.
“Who are you?”
“I’m Norwood Olson. A friend of Brian and Sanford. We’ve met before,”
Norwood said with a friendly smile.
Her memory jogged, Rosalynn recalled him from Royarid Club, where Sanford had roped her into a game of billiards. Norwood
had been there, too.
“Hello,” Rosalynn greeted him with a polite smile.
“Is this gentleman your boyfriend?” Norwood asked, nodding at Barlow.
Before Rosalynn could deny it, Barlow stepped in. “Brian is well aware of my relationship with Rosalynn. Now, if you’ll excuse
us.”
Rosalynn stared at Barlow, taken aback.
What did he mean by saying Brian knew about their relationship?
His words hinted at some hidden secret.
“Why are you staring, Rosalynn? Did I say something misleading?” Barlow asked, feigning innocence.
Rosalynn only scoffed in response.
His words, though vague, had the potential to stir a whirlwind of speculation.
Glancing back at Norwood, she noticed him engrossed in his phone.
She wondered if he was informing Brian about his encounter with her and Barlow.
“You look worried. Afraid Norwood will spill the beans to Brian?”
Barlow prodded, a smirk tugging at his lips.

Rosalynn’s eyes betrayed a flicker of unease. She countered, “What makes you think I’m worried?”
“Pure observation,” Barlow replied, grinning as he moved closer to her.
“Is it true you’ve been trafficked?”
Rosalynn’s face hardened, her hands clenching reflexively.