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

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

every bit of Momson’s reaction and laughed to himself. Served him right. And to

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

poured him a glass of water, still

reached for another dish, “Rose, could you swap

“Ub okay”

but Morrison intercepted the dish from Winston’s hands and

left speechless at his action

the plate from her hands, with a faint smile on his

by Morrison each time His face grew more thunderous with each attempt Eventually Winston looked down at the completely changed spread before him

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

Insufferable!

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

his fork

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

that much, I can always make more for

his fork onto hers and placed it back on the table,

a quest present Rose

it down with a sharp tap of

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 a few simple sentences it seemed like he had gered

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expect 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

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

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

was scrolling through his phone. He murmured a non–committal “Hmm” in

made Rose pause, but then she added, “If you really liked tonight’s dinner, I can whip it

was all

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

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 “Morrison, are

and slowly lifted his

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

and eyes reflecting silent agony, didn’t seem inclined to share his

to me where does it hurt?

unexpected situation, she had no experience whatsoever Especially since it

finally

dishes at dinner. Her worry quickly blended with frustration as she glared at him, her eyes welling up “You

After a

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

down,” he said softly

Rose, tears brimming, looked up at him desperately Morrison,

eyes, and the concern in her choked voice. There was no hiding

trying to ignore his own discomfort.

lip “Let’s just go to

move, still holding on to her hand “Rose, you

“Yes, I’m worried about you. I hate seeing you in pain,