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.

slightest twitch of his long dark eyebrows betrayed

into that? The spiciness

every bit of Momson’s reaction and laughed to himself. Served him right. And to think, he actually felt a

lacing her voice Monson swallowed the popper with an air of indifference and followed it with a mouthful of rice. “Tastes

glass of

seeing her concern, and reached for another dish, “Rose, could you swap that smoked sausage casserole with me?”

“Ub okay”

dish from Winston’s hands and slid

speechless

casually took the plate from her hands, with a faint smile on his face.

face grew more thunderous with each attempt Eventually Winston looked down at the completely changed spread before him and said. Seems like we should have

and upon hearing his words, Morison nearly jabbed his fork

Insufferable!

the two of them, reached for a dish in front of Marrison As she lifted a piece of

his fork

looked up at him, and he said with furrowed brows Don’t haven’t had my fill

make more for

on

with a quest present Rose let

down with a sharp

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 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

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in entertaining Winston, so they left the table as

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 farewell and hit the

the door behind him Morrison remained seated on

firmly together as she approached him Despite the evenings awkward moments, she was grateful he’d stayed by her side throughout Winston’s

sofa armrest, was scrolling through his

indifference made Rose pause, but then she added, “If you really

all she got

in her tracks Turning back to Morrison, she noticed he hadn’t moved an inch. As she recalled

stepped forward, urgently walking towards him with quick strides. She placed her hands

a low groan and slowly lifted his

belly, she knelt and cradled his

with furrowed brows and eyes reflecting silent agony, didn’t seem inclined

me where does it hurt?

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

Morrison finally muttered,

dinner. Her worry quickly blended with frustration as she glared at him, her eyes welling up “You know you can’t handle spicy food, so why did you touch those dishes? I have made your favorites.”

and Morrison, looking more fragile than ever, made her hands hesitant to move. After a moment’s hesitation, she stood up, pulling at Morrison. “We need to get you

he saw her near tears did he gather the strength to stand up,

fine, just calm down,” he

at him desperately

and the concern in her choked voice. There was no hiding it, no denying the truth of her

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

lip “Let’s just go to

holding on to her hand

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