My Bossy CEO Husband

Struggling to regain her composure, Maggie offered a feeble smile “Rosalynn, I’m alright.”
But the memory of Sanford’s rage was undeniably unsettling.
His tenderness in bed was quite the contrast.
“Would you Like to accompany me home?” Rosalynn inquired.
Instead of responding, Maggie simply glanced to Sanford, Lounging on the plush sofa.
“Maggie, come here.”
Sanford’s countenance had regained its calm. He beckoned Maggie to him.
Despite the tendrils of fear twisting in her stomach, she obeyed, her steps hesitant.
A furrow of concern etched itself on Rosalynn’s forehead as she moved to intervene, only to be halted by Brian.
“Rosalynn, don’t meddle in this
Rosalynn’s gaze fell on Maggie, now cradled in Sanford’s arms, a glass of wine held to her lips.
They were both ordinary, both she and Maggie.
Amongst the girls present, they were distinctly out of place.
These privileged girls wore facades of cordiality, but their eyes held nothing but contempt when they fell on Maggie and
Rosalynn
“Have something to eat.” Brian extended a plate of food to Rosalynn.
“Thank you.”
Accepting it, Rosalynn began to eat.
The women who had escorted Millie out returned, their gazes filled with disdain as they regarded Maggie.
Rosalynn was suddenly overcome with boredom. “I think I’ll head back, Maggie. Care to join me?”

Maggie shifted, about to voice something, but held herself back after a moment’s hesitation.
Sanford held her close and directed his gaze at Rosalynn. “Rosalynn, she’s not going anywhere.”
“But she has work tomorrow,” Rosalynn protested.