The Enticing CEO’s Chosen Bride

Chapter 1804

Winston calmly picked up his water glass, took a sip, and then proceeded to pick up other dishes.

Momson caught sight of his actions out of the corner of his eye, and a cold snort emanated from within.

Winston put another bite of food into his mouth, and his facial features suddenly twisted in response.

Damn, that was sour c2

Winston lifted his gaze to look at Momson, who was calmly eating his own dish, occasionally nodding in acknowledgment, indicating that the taste was good.

Gritting his teeth, Winston went for another dish Sweet, spicy, pungent, numbing and even some bizarre fusion of flavors Did Morrison drag the whole spice rack into the kitchen or what?

Winston spent the whole meal chugging water nearly flipping the table in frustration

Morrison, that stingy infuriating mani He clearly cared, yet he resorted to these underhanded tactics.

Rose stood up and dished out bowls of soup for them all

Winston watched the two of them take a sip before cautiously trying it myself. Finally, something that tasted normal

The strange flavors of the dishes made Winston’s bowl of soup disappear at an alarming rate.

Rose, playing the gracious host, was clearly pleased seeing it as a compliment to her cooking skills. She silently got up and refilled his bowl, placing it in front of him, “Eat

up

Winston could only stare, wondering if they were tag teaming to mess with him. Morrison across the table smirked in an especially taunting manner.

Narrowing his eyes, Winston twirled his fork and pointed it at the plate of spicy buffalo wings in front of Rose.

Td like to try that. Mind if we swap, little Rose?”

‘Oh sure

Good manners were key after all

She didn’t hesitate and started to switch plates with him.

Morrisons face had turned the color of soy sauce. He shot Winston a cold glare and as they successfully exchanged plates. Rose obliviously reached for the wings, and Morrison suddenly pressed his fork down on hers.

“What’s wrong” she asked, puzzled

He swapped his plate of dish with hers. “You eat these”

Rose turned to him, still confused “But these are spicy. You can’t handle it

Winston couldn’t help but chuckle from across the table, “What’s the matter, can’t handle a little heat?”

Momson’s expression darkened. I just don’t prefer it,” he claimed, picking up a popper and shoving it into his mouth.

twitch of his long dark eyebrows betrayed him

he mixed into that? The spiciness was one thing, but

reaction and laughed to himself. Served him right. And to think, he actually felt a twinge

like it, don’t eat it,‘ she said, concern lacing her voice Monson swallowed the popper with an air of indifference and followed it with a mouthful

glass of water, still

dish, “Rose, could you

“Ub okay”

plates again, but Morrison intercepted the dish from Winston’s hands and slid another

was left speechless at his

a faint smile on his face. And

down at the completely changed spread before him and said. Seems like we should

words, Morison nearly jabbed his fork in

Insufferable!

of them, reached for a dish in front

his fork

up at him, and he said with furrowed brows Don’t

I can always make more for you another time. Rose

it back on the table, his demeanor

no intention to insist, especially with a quest present Rose let it go

down with a sharp tap of

an upcoming product launch, hoping Winston would make an appearance Momegn remained silent on the That was Rose’s professional domain Every sentence she uttered every word camed her own flexible tactics it was the attitude and wisdom necessary for a company leader He didrit fully understand what Rose was like at work before. Now with just

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Morison hardly spoke another word. Rose didn’t expect any help from him in entertaining Winston, so they left the table

party feeling like a million bucks. He’d stuffed himself with a feast, successfully made a fool of Morrison, and was ready for nothing more than a long blissful sleep. It had been a perfect day in his book, so he didn’t linger. After a short while, he bid

door behind him Morrison remained seated on the sofa

as she approached him Despite the evenings awkward moments, she was grateful he’d stayed by her side

one arm draped over the sofa armrest, was scrolling through his

“If you really liked tonight’s dinner, I can whip it up

“Hmm” was all she

of embarrassment. Rose was about to leave for the kitchen. But before she had taken a few steps, she suddenly froze in her tracks Turning back to Morrison, she

had already stepped forward, urgently walking towards him with quick strides. She placed her hands on his shoulders and gave him a gentle shake

low groan and slowly lifted his head. “What?”

Rose was taken aback by his pale, sweaty face Bending down awkwardly due to her bulging belly, she knelt and cradled his face in her hands, her voice laced with panic. “What’s wrong” Where does it hurt? Tell mel”

and eyes reflecting silent agony,

where does

truly at a loss: Facing such an unexpected situation, she had no experience whatsoever Especially since it involved Morrison–his pain was evident, and it

Morrison finally muttered, “My stomach…

how he’d stubbornly intercepted her spicy dishes at dinner. Her worry quickly blended with frustration as she glared at him, her eyes welling up “You know you can’t

broke, and Morrison, looking more fragile than ever, made her hands hesitant to move. After a moment’s hesitation, she stood up, pulling

and despite her efforts, Rose couldn’t budge him. Only when he saw her near tears did he gather the strength to stand up, taking her hand as he did.

just calm down,” he said softly

tears brimming, looked up at him desperately Morrison, please

the concern

tightened his grip on her wrist, trying to ignore his own discomfort. “Are you really that worried about me?”

“Let’s just go to the

didn’t move, still holding on to her hand “Rose, you haven’t

red and voice firm “Yes, I’m worried about you. I