My Bossy CEO Husband

Chapter 1552

Rosalynn pondered his words.

Had she unwittingly sought him out in her sleep?

Glancing down, she noted her pajamas intact, her body bereft of any unfamiliar sensations. It seemed nothing had occurred between them.

Brian leaned in, whispering, “AIL through the night, you clung to me, your gestures hinting at desires unspoken. Didn't you once say intimacy stems from love? So, you must love me, right?”

Rosalynn was rendered speechless.

Then, with a swift move, Brian was atop her, his gaze fixed on her loveliness. His fingers traced her skin, whispering, “Our marriage has been a fusion of soul and physicality, hasn’t it?”

His words echoed her query from the day before. She had asked him whether they aligned more on an emotional or physical level.

Coming to her senses, yet still caught in his morning flirtations, Rosalynn knew his antics were intentional. Despite this, she felt cornered, unable to retreat from his advances.

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Gail had been correct. Brian's eloquence had only grown.

As she remained silent, not resisting his embrace, Brian’s smile widened.

He tenderly lifted her chin, his face inching closer to hers.

But just as their lips were about to meet, the abrupt ring of the phone shattered the tender atmosphere. Rosalynn turned her head, skillfully avoiding his Lips.

“Back off. I'm suffocating.”

Ashadow crossed Brian’s features, prompting him to consider strategies to shake off this streak of bad luck. Was it not peculiar that each attempt to be intimate with his wife was thwarted?All rights © NôvelDrama.Org.

Internally, he cursed and fought to quell the surge of longing within him. Rising, he strode over to fetch Rosalynn’s phone from the nightstand. Seizing the phone with a scowl, his dark eyes narrowed upon seeing the caller ID.

It was Sanford!

What could possibly lead Sanford to call Rosalynn so early in the day?

With a press of a button, Brian activated the speakerphone.

“Hello?” he called out.

Rosalynn, who had propped herself up, shot him a questioning frown for answering her phone without consent. But before she could voice her objection, Sanford’s voice resonated from the phone.

“Brian, is Rosalynn there? Have her pick up.”