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.

stare, clearly annoyed by her enjoyment of the fruit in his

replied. “Which would you prefer,

breath “Shut up, or I might just strangle you right now.”

fell silent again, save for the sound of fruit

almost too much for Morrison, who had

he finally

looked at him and smiled

at her ‘Come here, let me have

“No, it’s cold”

talk to me

now I’m not stopping you

are you being disobedient again?”

beside him on

in and joining him on

wrapping the blanket around her shoulders “Eat,‘ he

Morrison popped a grape into her mouth. The

“Good?” he asked

She nodded

dropped to the fruit platter “Let me

platter away “You can’t eat this

frowned I won’t swallow it”

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

his jaw in imitation Cruel woman

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

lace soured “And who do you

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

attentiveness, “Yeah,

elbows

backed away glaring at her “What are

don’t want you craving too much she teased “If you can’t eat, at least you can smell, right?

of apples Morrison’s expression stiffened as he eyed her disdainfully. “Back off

smell something else? i can

you’re gross, go away or I

at his IV–clad hand, her face fearless Clearly, she was taking

she declared, unilaterally grabbing a slice and popping

especially when she mischievously blew in his direction after taking a bite

feigned a choke glaring at

Don’t like oranges? Fine. I’ll

chance to torment Morrison, and she wasn’t about to let it slip

warning–stay

she backed off “Okay, okay”

her by the nape of her neck, he pulled her down

in surprise, she hadn’t expected his sudden move. She tried to push him away, but Morrison was faster, attempting

mouth