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

had he mixed into that? The spiciness was

right. And to think, he actually felt a twinge of sympathy for

you don’t 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 of rice. “Tastes fine to

a glass of water,

another dish, “Rose, could you swap that smoked sausage casserole

“Ub okay”

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

was left speechless at his

with a faint smile on his face.

Winston looked down at the completely changed spread before

upon hearing his words, Morison nearly jabbed his fork in his direction

Insufferable!

noticing the tension between the two of them, reached for a dish in front of Marrison As she lifted a piece of jalapeño popper

his fork

up at him, and he said with furrowed

always make

it back on the table, his demeanor

with a

it down with a sharp tap of

a company leader He didrit fully understand what Rose was like at work before. Now with just a few simple sentences it seemed like he had gered a new understanding of her Though the work related conversation was briel, it was clear he couldn’t fit into their world, leaving

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The minute

dinner finally ended, Morison hardly spoke another word. Rose didn’t expect any help from him in entertaining

nothing more than a long blissful sleep. It had been a perfect day in his book, so he didn’t linger.

Winston out, then closed the door behind him Morrison remained seated on

lips firmly together as she approached him Despite the evenings awkward moments, she was grateful he’d stayed by her side throughout Winston’s visit. “Thanks for sticking with me tonight” she said, it meant a

slouching with one arm draped over the sofa armrest, was scrolling through his phone. He murmured

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

“Hmm” was all she

to leave for the kitchen. But before she had taken a few steps, she suddenly froze in her tracks Turning back to Morrison, she noticed he hadn’t moved an inch. As she recalled on his last response, she realized

walking towards him with quick strides. She placed

groan and slowly lifted his head.

to her bulging belly, she knelt and cradled his face in her hands, her voice laced with panic. “What’s wrong” Where does it

furrowed brows and eyes reflecting silent agony, didn’t

to me where does it

an unexpected situation, she had no experience whatsoever Especially since it involved Morrison–his pain was evident, and it was tearing her apart

her distress, Morrison finally muttered,

he’d stubbornly intercepted her spicy dishes at dinner. Her worry quickly blended with frustration as she glared at him, her eyes welling

fragile than ever, made her hands hesitant to move. After a moment’s

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

down,” he

tears brimming, looked up at him desperately Morrison,

by the sincerity of her worry, the tears in her eyes, and the concern in her choked voice. There was no hiding it, no denying the truth of

her wrist, trying to ignore his own discomfort. “Are you really that

bit her lip “Let’s just go to the

her hand “Rose, you haven’t answered

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