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?

hesitated. “What do

believe you’d be so kind as to let your man take him safely to the

her his Adams apple bobbing with unsaid words “Do you think if I really wanted him dead, vending ham to the hospital

trembled ‘How could you?

towards him. He straightened up, letting

his sit tightened her gre as Manson approached Because of her nervousness, her arm around Winstons waist

bathrobe

seemed to

of her husband she

man

on Winston This realization, alongside the scene before him jabbed at every nerve in Mamwors body. He clenched his fists, numb to his own pain. As he pushed Winston away from her Rose’s eyebrows furrowed. “What are you dongh

and tossed han towards Key Rone was about to

snapped her wrist.

home with

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

grip, “Rose, don’t

me. I’ll never bother you again for

with her free hand and pulled her own back, approaching Riley to take Winston’s

“I got this.”

Riley hesitated, “Madam”

hand him over, I’ll call the

in short, indifferent phrases. Riley could discern the underlying restraint in his tone Riley pursed

get Mr. Winston to the hospital

a mocking laugh, “That’s precisely why I don’t

choked on her words, glanced at Morrison beside her, and quickly left with

stop her. But as they reached the downstairs, Morrison suddenly grabbed Rose forcefully,

vanished into

Rose protested, fumbling with her seat

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

was speeding, his hands gripping the steering wheel tightly, knuckles turning white. He stared ahead with a furrowed

indeed, but Rose was also pushed to her limit. “I need

to speed

her fists “Morrison, have you lost your mind?”

up,” he instructed calmly.

complied and fastened her seat belt,

on the gas

want from me?” she

“Home”

More silence

want to check on the hospital

“Morrison!”

the steering wheel, pulling the car over

creeping in

boring into hers with an icy stillness. “Rose, what is he to

Morrison You may not care, but it’s my fault he’s in this

her for a moment, then a cold smile curved his

no reason? Do you even

woman in his heart My husband left me all alone at home right

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

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