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

The spiciness

caught every bit of Momson’s reaction and laughed to himself. Served him right. And to think, he actually felt a twinge of sympathy for

don’t like it, don’t eat it,‘ she said, concern lacing her

poured him a glass of water, still

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

“Ub okay”

intercepted the dish from Winston’s hands and

speechless

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

grew more thunderous with each attempt Eventually Winston looked down at the completely changed spread before him and said. Seems like we should

words, Morison nearly jabbed his fork

Insufferable!

of them, reached for a dish in front of Marrison As she lifted a piece of jalapeño popper he

his fork

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

it that much, I can always make more for

on the table, his demeanor cool I prefer this batch?

with a quest present Rose let it

a sharp

meal. Rase talked to Winston about an upcoming product launch, hoping 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 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

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dinner finally ended, Morison hardly spoke another word. Rose didn’t expect any help from him in entertaining Winston, so they left the table as it was and moved to the living

a feast, successfully made a fool of Morrison, and was ready for nothing more than a long blissful

the door behind him Morrison remained

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

the sofa armrest, was scrolling through his phone.

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

all

kitchen. But before she had taken a few steps, she suddenly froze in her tracks Turning back

towards him with quick strides. She

out a low groan and slowly lifted his head.

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 furrowed brows and eyes reflecting silent agony, didn’t

me where does it hurt?

whatsoever Especially since it involved Morrison–his

finally muttered, “My

remembered how he’d stubbornly intercepted her spicy dishes at dinner. Her worry quickly blended with frustration as she glared at him, her

looking more fragile than ever, made her hands hesitant to move. After a moment’s hesitation, she

he saw her near

calm down,” he said

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

of her worry, the tears in her eyes, and the concern in her choked voice.

tightened his grip on her wrist, trying to ignore his own discomfort. “Are

just go to the hospital”

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

voice firm “Yes, I’m