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.

his long dark

The spiciness was one thing, but the overpowering pepper…

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

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

a glass

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

“Ub okay”

intercepted the dish from Winston’s hands and slid another

left speechless at his

a faint smile on his face. And

Winston looked down at the completely changed spread before him and said. Seems like we should have

his words, Morison nearly jabbed his fork

Insufferable!

dish in front of Marrison As she

his fork

him, and he said with furrowed brows Don’t

I can always make more for you

back on the

to insist, especially with a quest present Rose let it go

with a sharp

Winston would make an appearance Momegn remained silent on the That was Rose’s professional 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

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ended, Morison hardly spoke another word. Rose didn’t expect any help from him in entertaining Winston, so they left the table

like a million bucks. He’d stuffed himself with a feast, successfully made a fool of Morrison, and was ready for nothing more than a long blissful sleep. It had been a perfect day in his book, so he didn’t linger.

out, then closed the door behind him Morrison remained seated

moments, she was grateful he’d stayed by her side throughout Winston’s visit. “Thanks for sticking with me tonight” she said,

was scrolling through his

she added, “If you really liked tonight’s dinner, I

was all she got

froze in her tracks Turning back to

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 you okay?”

out a low groan and slowly lifted

attitude, Rose was taken aback by his pale, sweaty face 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 hurt?

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

where does it

such an unexpected situation, she had no experience whatsoever

finally muttered,

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

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 to

her efforts, Rose couldn’t budge him. Only when he saw her near tears did

just calm down,” he said

tears brimming, looked up at him

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

to ignore his own

bit her lip “Let’s just go to the hospital”

to her hand “Rose,

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