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?

do you mean?”

believe you’d be so kind as to let

think if I really wanted him dead, vending ham to the

eyes trembled ‘How could

He straightened up, letting lva hand

as Manson approached Because of her nervousness, her arm around Winstons waist gripped

bathrobe

instinctive reaction now seemed

of her husband she was

man

before him jabbed at every nerve in Mamwors body. He clenched his fists, numb to his own

away and tossed han towards Key Rone was about

snapped her wrist.

with me.”

rage, glaring at him with nothing but cold fury. “Home? Which home? This

“Rose, don’t push me.”

stay away from me. I’ll never bother you again for the rest of my

and pulled her own back, approaching Riley to take

“I got this.”

Riley hesitated, “Madam”

him over, I’ll call the

phrases. Riley could discern the underlying restraint in his tone Riley pursed his lips and forcefully pulled Winston away from

the hospital safely. That’s what

a mocking laugh, “That’s precisely why I don’t trust you.”

on her words, glanced at Morrison beside her, and quickly left with Winston in tow. This place was no longer safe for them to linger

they reached the downstairs, Morrison

car with Winston vanished

fumbling with her seat

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

already past eleven, and there were still quite a few vehicles on the road. Morrison’s car was speeding, his hands

indeed, but Rose was also pushed to her limit.

to speed up even

fists “Morrison, have you lost your mind?”

up,” he instructed

of what Morrison might do next, Rose complied and fastened her seat belt, His mood

on the gas

you want from me?” she asked

“Home”

More silence

to check on

“Morrison!”

wheel, pulling the car over to the side of the road Rose’s hands tightened,

creeping in

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

was hurt because of me, Morrison You may not care, but it’s

her for a moment, then a cold smile

you was for no reason? Do you even

with sarcasm as she met Momsons gaze My husband has another woman in his heart My husband left me all alone at home right after the wedding My husband had Winston not pushed me

scoffed, “What woman would want such a husband? He’s not en as good as a friend.

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