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.

long

had he mixed into that? The spiciness was one

of Momson’s reaction and laughed to himself. Served him right. And to think, he actually felt a twinge of sympathy for this Morrison at the

sat beside them, her fingers sweating as she observed Morrison’s subtle expressions. “Morrison, if you don’t like it, don’t eat it,‘ she said, concern lacing her voice Monson swallowed the popper with an air of

a glass of water, still worried

her concern, and reached for another dish, “Rose, could you swap

“Ub okay”

from Winston’s hands and

was left speechless at his

hands, with a faint smile on his face. And this

His 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 switched

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

Insufferable!

the tension between the two of them, reached for a dish in

his fork

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

always make more for you another time. Rose said

hers and placed it back on the table, his demeanor cool

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

it down with a sharp tap

wisdom necessary for a company leader He didrit fully understand what Rose was like at work before.

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any help from him in entertaining Winston, so they left the

more than a long blissful sleep. It had been a perfect day in his book, so he didn’t linger. After a

door behind him Morrison

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

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

pause, but then she added, “If you really liked tonight’s

all

she had taken a few steps, she suddenly froze in her tracks Turning back to Morrison, she noticed he hadn’t

him with quick strides. She placed her hands on his shoulders

low groan and

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”

agony,

me where does

was 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 was tearing her

finally muttered,

frustration as she glared at him, her eyes

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

budge him. Only when he saw her near tears did he gather the strength to stand up, taking her hand as

calm down,” he said

brimming, looked up at him desperately Morrison,

the tears in her eyes, and the concern in her choked voice.

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

her lip “Let’s just go to

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

gaze, her eyes red and voice firm “Yes, I’m