The Enticing CEO’s Chosen Bride

Chapter 1822

Chapter 1822

With those words, he sauntered over to where Rose stood, “Get back inside. You’re pregnant What if you get hurt?”

Rose blinked, puzzled by his sudden declaration. She had never heard him express any romantic interest in her in private

Winston’s statement was too much for Morrison to bear. With a sudden movement, Morrison grabbed the back of Winston’s robe and threw a

punch.

Rose was standing right beside them. Winston didn’t even try to block the punch, instead, he gently nudged her towards the apartment. The punch landed squarely on his gut, and he doubled over, coughing up blood

“Winston!“c2

Rose was shocked and rushed to check on him. Without a second glance at Morrison, she shoved him aside.

Caught off guard, Morrison, already battered, slammed against the hallway wall. The impact shook him to the core, as he clutched his chest, wincing at the pain.

He looked up to see Rose, kneeling on the floor, cradling Winston’s face with an urgency that couldn’t be faked.

“Winston, are you okay?”

The sight of blood at the corner of Winston’s mouth made her wipe it away without a second thought. Her eyes filled with worry, guilt, and unshed

tears.

Seeing this, Morrison’s heart clenched, suffocating him with jealousy. So she cared about Winston? She felt pain and sorrow for him to the point of tears? She could cry for another man?

Morrison scoffed coldly Rose, was this your so–called love? How quickly it changed! Can she love him and just as easily turn to love someone

else?

The assistant had just given Morrison the address when he arrived, only to find two men brawling in the hallway. When he saw Mrs. Witt push her husband aside and run to another man, he instantly regretted following him here.

He stood there, clueless about what to do.

Mrs. Witt had moved out of her house with Mr. Witt to live with a movie star? Did that mean the husband was cuckolded?

He had just arrived and didn’t know the situation, except that the man in front of him was wearing a bathrobe and Mrs. Witt was in her pajamas.

“Riley, take him to the hospital”

The addressed assistant paused, looking at the man in front of his president’s wife. The “he” that Mr. Witt referred to must be Winston. But if he was really going to take anyone to the hospital, shouldn’t he take Mr. Witt?

“No need!” Rose’s voice cut through, cold and firm.

Morrison watched her, his expression unreadable.

She stood up, grabbed a down jacket from the hall closet, “Don’t bother. I’ll take him to the hospital myself”

She put on her coat and without changing her shoes, struggled to lift Winston up

“Rose” Morrison called her name, his voice raspy from the pain. “Don’t forget I’m your husband. You and he aren’t at a point where you can say that yet

Rose met his gaze, her eyes red–rimmed but icy.

Morrison flinched at her look, clutching the fabric over his chest, “Riley can take him.”

“Do you think I can trust you?

“What do you mean?”

kind as to let your man take him

I really wanted him dead, vending ham to the hospital with you would make a

trembled ‘How

a rare expression for her towards him. He straightened up, letting lva hand tạt tạm his chest, and

arm around her shoulders and holding his sit tightened her gre as Manson approached Because of her nervousness, her arm around Winstons waist gripped fighter her fingers

bathrobe

now seemed to Morgan

of her husband she

man

Mamwors body. He

away and tossed han towards

snapped her wrist.

home with me.”

him with nothing but cold fury. “Home? Which home? This is my home

grip, “Rose, don’t push

grasp. “Then stay away from me. I’ll never bother you

hand and pulled her own back, approaching Riley to take Winston’s arm.

“I got this.”

Riley hesitated, “Madam”

over, I’ll call the police for

phrases. Riley could discern the underlying restraint in his tone

ma am. I’ll get Mr. Winston to the hospital safely. That’s what the Mr. Morrison ordered.*

let out a mocking laugh, “That’s

left with

this time, Morrison didn’t stop her. But as they reached the downstairs, Morrison

vanished into the night.

with her seat belt.

“I told you not to mess with me, Rose You’d better keep

eleven, and there were still quite a few vehicles on the road. Morrison’s car was speeding, his hands gripping the steering wheel tightly, knuckles

foul mood indeed, but Rose was also pushed to her limit. “I need to go to the

speed up

“Morrison, have you lost

he instructed

her seat belt,

on the gas

from me?” she asked after a tense silence.

“Home”

More silence

to check on

“Morrison!”

the steering wheel, pulling the

creeping in

to look at her, his dark eyes boring into hers with an icy stillness. “Rose, what is he to

not care, but it’s my fault he’s

a moment, then a

confession to you was for no reason? Do you even know

gaze My husband has another woman in his heart My husband left me all alone at home right after

“What woman would want such a husband? He’s not en as good as a friend. What use do I have for han?*

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