The Enticing CEO’s Chosen Bride

Chapter 1790

Rose cast a casual glance, promptly followed by a surprised second look at the man striding her way. She frowned as she watched him approach

“What brings you here?”

Just what was Morrison thinking? He was never around when she needed him, yet hem he was, showing up uninvited when he was least needed

Her words seemed to darken his mood even more. Nevertheless, he walked straight up to her pulled out a chair beside her and sat down without any hesitation

Rose and Winston both fell silent c2

The door swung open again revealing the waiter carrying her second bowl of soup

The server slightly puzzled by the sudden appearance of a third person placed the soup next to Rose, and fetched a new set of cutlery for Morrison, then she left with bewildered look on his face

Just what was going on? This wasn’t what she’d expected at all

She took one last glance at the booth before closing the door, just in time to see Mr. Morrison helping himself to her freshly served rice

Well, it seemed that everything she’d read on the internet was obviously wrong

Rose watched as her soup was devoured by someone else, her expression growing colder

She grabbed the bowl from in front of Morrison. This is mine

Momson shot her a sideways glance before saying. T’m hungry”

Rose scoffed “Were you too busy trying to be the perfect gentleman in front of Mona to eat?”

Morrison watched as she ate his lips twitching almost imperceptibly, “Of course How could I let others see my true self? Some things are meant to be seen by spe people only”

Rose nearly choked on her second sip She clutched her chest, intending to retort as her choking grew worse

Momson picked up the glass next to him, turned towards her, patted her back, and handed her the glass, his hand never leaving her back

Rose took the glass from his hand and gulped down a couple of mouthfuls, oblivious to his comforting pats on her back

Momson was acting like the perfect, loyal boyfriend. However, Rose didn’t notice this. After calming down, she turned to look at Morrison “Momson, what on earth is going on with you?”

How could he possibly be saying these things? Was he really Momson?

Momson’s face darkened. He placed the glass on the table but his hand didn’t leave her back. Instead, he rubbed and rested it on her shoulder

Rose frowned What happened to him?

gave her a smile,

to eat while being

you up to She looked at him with

her expression. It was like someone had poured a bucket of oil onto the fire suppressed within him, and the restrained flames burst forth all at once. He stayed composed, the

that, he picked up her partially drunk soup, and nonchalantly took

table it seemed like

no clue Yet his smile was somewhat

Rose winced At that moment, Momson looked up, with a faint smile

the journey all the

his fork, and tossed a mouthful of

Momson smirked

Rose and I are childhood friends. We havent

eyes widened at Winston’s words Had they all gone mad today? Childhood friends? She had only seen

shoulder was pressing harder Rose winced, her face paling slightly. The pressure on

so ambiguous, it was as if he

why has

again. It’s quite

an old friend of my wife. I should give you due respect. If you ever need help with anything, don’t

to escape resigning herself to the fact

That’s very kind I be sure to take you up on

you planning to

sure, but at least

smirked and took a sip

As they all stood to leave Morrison was the first to pull

of the

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had turned into a kind of acceptance

sudden change in behavior puzzled her, she

this pleasant situation, the moment the booth

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