The Enticing CEO’s Chosen Bride

Chapter 1805

“What on earth did he eat tonight? His stomach’s churning out acid like a soda fountain.”

The doctors expression was a mix of stern and dour clearly annoyed by the patient’s reckless disregard for his own well being

As a doctor, the most common encounters were either with those who didn’t follow medical advice or those who created problems for themselves. Not valuing their own health was a big taboo for them as doctors And every day there were patients who kept coming back with such issues

The diagnosis of acute gastritis was enough to make Rose’s blood boil. Given how Morrison reacted to spicy food, she was certain he had a history of stomach issues.

Had he lost his mind tonight? He knew his stomach was a ticking time bomb, that he couldn’t handle spicy food, and yet he’d gone and done it anyway c2

All because of Winston’s offhand comment that he couldn’t take the heat?

To her such willful ignorance was nothing short of idiocy Why would someone as sharp as Morrison make such a boneheaded mistake?

“He well, the dish i made tonight was a bit on the spicy side.”

The doctor pursed his lips, his face tightening “Watch it next time. A few more episodes like this, and it might be too late for a hospital run.”

Rose bit her lip and nodded, voice a low murmur, “Understood, it won’t happen again.”

The doctor retreated back into the examination room.

The doctor’s words did suggest Morrison would pull through without serious consequences this time, which allowed Rose to breathe a sigh of relief before she settled on the hallway bench to wait for him to emerge

She covered her face with her hands, still shaken by the sight of his agony

Thank God it was nothing serious. The sheer panic of the situation had been overwhelming If something had happened to Morrison, she didn’t know what she would’ve

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After what felt like an eternity, the door finally opened. Rose sprang to her feet and approached.

In the hospital room, Morison, after taking anesthesia for the examination, still hadn’t woken up.

“In the next two days, no solid food is allowed, but he can have some easily digestible liquid food. Pay attention to stomach maintenance in the future–anything that is gentle on the stomach is fine. Also,”

The doctor snapped his clipboard shut and furrowed his brows at Rose. “It wasn’t just the spicy food that did a number on his stomach From what we found, it seems like he’s had a whole smorgasbord of issues. Based on what he ate tonight, it shouldn’t have been this bad. Your culinary skills… Have you ever cooked before?”

If it really was her cooking then questioning her skills was an understatement – it would’ve been more appropriate to ask if she knew how to cook at all. Landing someone in the hospital took some doing

Rose shook her head. “No, I had guests over tonight, and none of us had any issues”

The doctor glanced at her “Are you guys trying to kill him?”

Rose’s mouth twitched, “Of course not.”

“Well, that’s odd. Anyway, let’s chalk it up to a learning experience. Make sure you’re more careful in the future.*

vigorously. “Yes, there won’t

her a detailed rundown of do’s and don’ts before leaving, sizing her up one more time before adding “Can you manage on your

next of kin?”

need, I

looking at the man on the bed who still hadn’t awakened. She stood there for a moment before finding a chair to

beside him

combative demeanor, and his typically sarcastic words. He lay there, breaths even, lips slightly parted, handsome features relaxed and

a face how could it be so handsome? If only his personality wasn’t

his brow, trailing it softly “This face

thus him, she

wasn’t like her

appreciated at face value, because it was

placed it on her

the silence of the hospital room, their breathing was the only sound Rose sat there, gazing

her, she yawned and stood intending to

opening, his gap firm on her “You

still in his system. He vaguely remembered being wheeled into

gripped tight

sitting by his side and as she began to leave, he instincthely reached out to hold her. He didn’t answer her question but estead asked,

rest on the couch for a

slightly After a moment, he lifted the covers and patted the empty space beside him, his voice wesk.

still sick. Wouldn’t it be better for

“Hurry up.”

at her hand with

blush creeping across her face, Rose glanced at the offered space

Rose simply took off her jacket and draped it over the chair Then the ipproached

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expression softened as he realized she was still wearing the same home wear, too

it, and slowly lay down. The VIP hospital bed was spacious and comfortable, and Morrison hadn’t left much room. As she lay down, she was right in the perfect spot. Her body stiff, she lay flat, her face turned to

covers over herself, Mornson moved closer. His arms wrapped around het, his presence engulfing her, his warm

neck

caught off guard, her breath

still haven’t answered my question, his muffled voice emanated from the nape of her neck, his breath scorching upon her

mind briefly short–circuited

prolonged silence ensued before he asked, “Why do you care about me

flickered “Because you’re my.”

don’t want to hear that it’s because I’m your son’s father, or any of that Tell me something else”

only

breathing grew heavier

that important to you?” Rose trembled slightly

do you think?”

for a long while before she gently cradled her belly and turned to face

faces were inches apart as Morrison lifted his gaze to meet hers. Rose intently stared into his eyes for a long time before she finally spoke gently, “You’re the father of my child, and you’re my husband. Aren’t

at him with gentleness, as if afraid that even

He watched her too, seeing the caution and sincerity in her eyes. The word “husband sounded much more pleasant than

that reason just about

of a smile touched Rose’s eyes. “So, can you go to sleep

marveling at how delicate a woman could be. Her flawless skin so smooth he couldn’t spot a single pore, and

no different, her skin so smooth and soft it slipped through his fingers.

on her waist tightened, and his body leaned closer to

blushing, her eyes nervous.

a husband should” His face drew near hers, his voice deep and husky, his breath hot enough to

as his lips, accompanied by his voice and breath, pressed against hers. Her hand

had been far too intimate today, but the atmosphere of the day,

the day she had been bold, brazenly taking the initiative Now, the atmosphere was different.

kiss breached her defenses once again. Their breath mingled, heating their cheeks and hearts like an open flame

flowed on her hand on his chest slowly climbing to his shoulder as she closed her eyes and responded to him

relaxed Momson’s hand on her waist suddenly slipped beneath her