The Enticing CEO’s Chosen Bride

Chapter 1808

Rose filed Morrison’s bowl with fresh soup, and ditched the leftover fried rice. She quickly whipped up a couple of sandwiches, one for each of them, and settled down to join him for breakfast

Momson kept sneaking peeks at the sandwich in Roses hands, taking a sip of his soup after each longing glance. His desire for the sandwich was plain as day

With a chuckle, Rose held out her sandwich towards him. “Want a bite?”

Momson’s eyebrows shot up, his hand almost reaching for the sandwich, but Rose teasingly pulled it back. “Where’s your self–control, huh? You’d just eat it if I gave it to

you

Grinding his teeth. Morrison shot back. “Are you playing mec2

Rose giggled behind her hand Tm testing your willpower You know full well your stomach’s too weak for this stuff right now, and yet you’re still tempted?”

Momson’s handsome face turned icy Just you wait

Rose didn’t reply, just took an exaggeratedly satisfying bite of her sandwich “Mmm, delicious”

Mornson could only grit his teeth in frustration

After finishing one sandwich and her bowl of oatmeal, Rose hesitated over the second sandwich. Despite her craving, she remembered Morrison’s earlier advice about not overeating for the baby’s sake, so she reluctantly set it aside.

Looking up at Morson who was still slowly eating his soup, she frowned “What’s with the slow pace this morning? Her tone took a sharp turn

Morrison glared at her “My stomach hurts. You want me to guzzle it down?”

Rose pursed her lips. He really couldn’t learn to talk nicely

Once Morrison finished his oatmeal Rose wheeled him upstairs for his medication and IV fluids

After settling him in Morrison suddenly spoke up. Just let her handle the dressing changes. You can go ahead if you have things to do

He couldn’t stand the sight of the doctor who had interrupted their private time

The doctor was all too eager to leave quickly instructing Rose on how to change the IV fluids herself. It was simple enough: switch the tubes between the bottles as needed, no need to adjust the flow rate, and remove the needle parallel to the skin when done

Rose reluctantly agreed, despite preferring a professional’s presence But Morrison insisted, and it was just a dressing change and IV – surely it wouldn’t be too nsky

After sending the doctor away Rose didn’t go back upstairs Instead, she busied herself in the kitchen and finally brought up a fruit platter to the bedroom. She settled in a chair by the vanity, flicking through her phone and munching on fruit as the crisp sound filled the room.

Online rumors swirled about Morrison’s emergency hospital visit in the middle of the night Rose frowned at the media’s obsession with such a mundane event. Was it because Chloe was out of the spotlight, leaving them desperate for news?

The internet was abuzz with speculation about their relationship with wild theories ranging from domestic violence to calculated revenge. Some comments were downright nasty, but Rose shrugged them off with the resilience she’d learned from Chloe.

with a cold stare, clearly annoyed by her enjoyment of the fruit in his presence

an apple slice Rose replied. “Which would you prefer, being chopped or poisoned?

breath “Shut up, or I

save for the sound of fruit

enjoying her fruit was almost too much for Morrison, who had

sweet?‘ he finally asked

looked at him and smiled slyly “You want

at her ‘Come here, let me have a taste

“No, it’s cold”

Come talk to

now I’m not stopping

are you being disobedient again?”

him on the

before finally giving in and joining him

pleased wrapping the blanket around her shoulders “Eat,‘ he

a grape into

“Good?” he asked

She nodded

fruit platter

the platter away

frowned I won’t swallow

hesitation, Rose firmly shook her head “No. it’s too cold”

his jaw in

giggle with her hand. “Can’t handle a day, huh? You’ve got a whole

“And who do you think is

her apple, smuking “Clearly you’re the architect of your own

attentiveness, “Yeah, I’m

up on her elbows and suddenly leaned in

glaring at her “What are

much she teased “If you can’t eat, at least you can smell, right? Here, have a whiff

again, her subtle perfume mingling with the faint scent of apples Morrison’s expression stiffened as he

smell something else? i can eat it for

go away or I won’t be so

an eyebrow, glancing at his IV–clad hand, her face fearless Clearly,

declared, unilaterally grabbing a

other fruits, especially when she mischievously

glaring at her

like oranges? Fine. I’ll have another slice”

to let it slip Biting into another piece, she flashed him a defiant,

warning–stay away!”

him apparently truly annoyed, she

nape of her neck,

move. She tried to push him

mouth