My Bossy CEO Husband by Symon Diller

Chapter 1572

He had a point. What possible reason could Beal have for such actions?

Was it to clear the path for Selina?

If she were out of the picture, perhaps his daughter could rekindle her romance with Brian.

Could that be the motive?

Or was it merely a coincidence?

Suddenly, the light outside the emergency room dimmed.

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A doctor emerged.

Snapped back to reality, Rosalynn hastened forward.

“Doctor, how is he?”

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“He’s sustained a moderate concussion but nothing more serious. He’ll need hospital observation for

the next few days,” the doctor explained.

“Thank you,” Rosalynn expressed her gratitude. Despite bracing herself for the worst, the doctor’s

words brought her a wave of relief.

Brian secured a VIP ward and a caregiver for Lyndon, then he and Rosalynn made their way to the

ward.

Lyndon lay in repose on the hospital bed, his head wrapped in gauze, his complexion ashen.

Rosalynn perched silently at his bedside, awaiting his awakening.

Beside her, Brian’s gaze lingered on Lyndon. An unexpected pang of jealousy took hold as he watched

Rosalynn, looking every bit the devoted girlfriend at her lover’s bedside.

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He averted his eyes, struggling internally to quell the jealousy.

He kept telling himself that he shouldn’t feel this way. Were it not for Lyndon, Rosalynn might have

been harmed today. He ought to be grateful, not small-minded. Lyndon deserved his thanks.

Shortly after, Lyndon stirred from his slumber, the effects of the anesthesia fading.

Rosalynn, elated, inquired gently, “Lyndon, are you alright?”

In a daze, Lyndon gazed at her and murmured, “Rosa?”

Believing he sought her, Rosalynn responded tenderly, “How do you feel? Need some water?”

Lyndon’s gaze lingered on her as he gradually regained his senses.

He made an effort to rise, and as Rosalynn moved to assist, Brian stepped forward to lend a hand.

Rosalynn held her peace, turning instead to fetch Lyndon a drink.