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

mixed into that? The spiciness was

to himself. Served him right. And to think, he actually felt a twinge of sympathy

Morrison’s subtle expressions. “Morrison, if you don’t like it, don’t eat it,‘ she said, concern lacing her voice Monson swallowed

poured him a glass of water, still

another dish, “Rose, could you swap that smoked sausage casserole with me?”

“Ub okay”

intercepted the dish from Winston’s hands and

speechless at

with a faint smile on his face. And this one

only to be thwarted by Morrison each time 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 seats from the start Had so fond of my selections, I would have sat

Morrison’s forehead, and upon hearing his words, Morison nearly jabbed his fork in his direction

Insufferable!

reached for a dish in front of Marrison As she

his fork

he said with furrowed

that much, I can always make more for you another time. Rose

it back on the table, his demeanor cool I prefer

especially with a quest present Rose

with a sharp tap of

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

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any help from him in entertaining Winston, so they left the table as it was and moved to the living room together

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

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

awkward moments, she was grateful he’d stayed by her

over the sofa armrest, was scrolling

added, “If you really liked tonight’s

was all she got

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

urgently walking towards him with quick strides. She placed her hands on his shoulders and gave him a gentle shake “Morrison,

a low groan and slowly lifted

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

with furrowed brows and eyes reflecting silent agony, didn’t seem inclined to share his feelings.

to me where does it

such an unexpected situation, she had no experience whatsoever Especially

her distress, Morrison finally

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

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

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

just calm down,” he said softly

brimming, looked up at

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

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

her lip “Let’s just go

still holding on to her hand “Rose, you

“Yes, I’m worried