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My Bossy CEO Husband by Symon Diller

Chapter 719
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Chapter: 719

Barlow’s words hung in the air, his playful tone teasing Karina. “But you keep avoiding eye contact and

fidgeting. It’s a telltale sign of guilt. Chameleon, have you fallen in Love with me?”

Karina was taken aback and rendered speechless.

She certainly did not harbor any romantic feelings for him.

He was truly exasperating!

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Glaring at him, Karina waited until the nurse entered and removed the needle. Then she retorted,

“Being narcissistic is a form of illness. Have you sought any treatment for that?”

Barlow smiled. “Changing the subject, are we? Tell me, why did you feel guilty just now?”

“Why should I feel guilty? Keep spouting gibberish and I won’t take care of you.” Karina glared at him.

Sporting a mischievous grin, Barlow countered, “Fine by me. I’LL summon Rosalynn to tend to me.”

“You…” Karina was momentarily speechless.

Barlow chuckled. “Alright, enough with the death stare. I’m parched. Fetch me a drink.”

Reluctantly, but out of loyalty to her friend, Karina dutifully poured him a glass of water.

Inspecting the glass, Barlow commented, “This water Lacks flavor.”

He was quite the fussy one.

“Want me to sweeten it for you then?” Karina retorted.

Observing her, Barlow suddenly flashed a grin. “You know, Chameleon, your lips are sweet. How about

you give me a taste?”

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Karina was at a Loss for words.

What a shameless flirt!

“Barlow, you’re pushing your Luck!”

She blushed crimson, yet Barlow’s smirk remained. “Are you suggesting some weird fetish? Even so, I

bet it tastes delightful from your lips.”

Flustered and irked, Karina snapped, “Barlow, must you be so crude? Do you want the drink or not?”

Peering at the glass with a look of distaste, Barlow asked, “Didn’t I mention it’s tasteless? I’d prefer

coffee.”

“Coffee would irritate your wounds.” hen I’d like some juice.” hose drinks are hardly nutritious.” bit won’t

hurt, right?”