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

on earth had he mixed into that? The

him right. And to think, he

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 indifference and followed it with

poured him a glass of water, still worried

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

“Ub okay”

went to exchange plates again, but Morrison intercepted the dish from Winston’s hands and slid another

left speechless at

hands, with a

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 next to Rose

hearing his words, Morison

Insufferable!

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

his fork

he said with furrowed brows Don’t haven’t had my fill

I can always make

and placed it back on

a quest present Rose let

a

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 into their world, leaving him to brood over his indiceritable

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hardly spoke another word. Rose didn’t expect any help from him in entertaining Winston,

Morrison, and was ready for nothing more than

then closed the door behind him Morrison

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

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

really liked tonight’s dinner, I can whip

“Hmm” was all

tracks Turning back to Morrison, she noticed he hadn’t moved an inch. As she recalled on his last response, she realized something was off about

a subtle blink of her eyes, she had already stepped forward, urgently walking towards him with quick strides. She placed her hands

and slowly lifted his

awkwardly due to her bulging belly, she knelt and cradled his

silent agony, didn’t seem inclined to share his

where does it hurt?

an unexpected situation, she had no experience whatsoever

Morrison finally muttered, “My stomach…

she glared at him, her eyes welling up “You know

made her hands hesitant to move. After a moment’s hesitation, she stood up, pulling at Morrison. “We need to get you to the hospital, now!

heavy and despite her efforts, Rose couldn’t 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 softly

tears brimming, looked up at him desperately Morrison, please be okay”

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

his own discomfort.

her lip “Let’s just go to

move, still holding on to her hand “Rose, you haven’t answered my question”

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