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.

of his long dark

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

And to think, he

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,

dish, “Rose, could you swap that smoked sausage casserole

“Ub okay”

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

speechless at his action

a faint smile on his face.

to exchange dishes with Rose, only to be thwarted by Morrison each time 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 seats from the start Had so fond of my

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

Insufferable!

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

his fork

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

make more for you

onto hers and placed it back on the table,

insist, especially with a quest

a

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

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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 as it was and moved to the

dinner party feeling 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. After a short while,

closed the door behind him Morrison remained seated

grateful he’d stayed by her side throughout Winston’s visit. “Thanks for sticking with

one arm draped over the sofa armrest, was scrolling through his

indifference made Rose pause, but then she added, “If you really liked

“Hmm” was all

embarrassment. Rose was about to leave for the 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 recalled on his

strides. She placed her hands

out a low groan and slowly lifted

to her bulging belly, she knelt and cradled his

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

to me where does it hurt?

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

distress, Morrison finally muttered, “My stomach…

how he’d stubbornly intercepted her spicy dishes at dinner. Her worry quickly blended with frustration as she glared at him, her eyes welling up “You know you can’t

than ever, made her hands hesitant to move. After a moment’s hesitation, she stood up, pulling at Morrison.

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

down,” he said softly

brimming, looked up at

the tears in her eyes, and the concern in her choked voice. There

trying to ignore his own discomfort. “Are

bit her lip “Let’s just go to the

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

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