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

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

right. And to think, he actually

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

him a glass

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

“Ub okay”

dish from Winston’s hands and slid another plate in front of her.

left speechless at his action

casually took the plate from her hands, with a faint smile on his face.

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

his words, Morison nearly jabbed his fork in

Insufferable!

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

his fork

said with furrowed brows

that much, I can always make more for you

it back on the

a quest present

down with a sharp tap

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

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didn’t expect any help from him in entertaining Winston, so they left the table as it was and moved to the

Morrison, and was ready for nothing more than a long blissful sleep. It had been a perfect day in his book, so

then closed the door behind him Morrison

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

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

but then she added, “If you really liked tonight’s dinner, I can whip it up again tomorrow”

was all she got

steps, she suddenly froze in her tracks Turning back to Morrison, she noticed he hadn’t moved an inch. As

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

low groan and slowly lifted his head.

aback by his pale, sweaty face Bending down awkwardly due to her bulging belly, she knelt and

and eyes reflecting silent agony, didn’t

to me where does it hurt?

unexpected situation, she had no experience whatsoever Especially since it involved Morrison–his pain was evident, and it was tearing

Morrison finally muttered, “My stomach…

worry 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

to move. After a moment’s hesitation, she stood up, pulling at Morrison. “We need to get you to the hospital,

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

down,” he said

tears brimming, looked up at him desperately Morrison,

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

on her wrist, trying to ignore his

lip “Let’s just

holding on to her hand “Rose, you haven’t answered my

I’m