Chapter 1825

Winston chuckled softly, shaking his head. “That dude packs a serious punch.

Must’ve had some serious training”

“He’s the only son of the Witts, and everyone knows you can only truly rely on

yourself.”

Winston nodded, understanding completely. You couldn’t have an army of

bodyguards with you every second, nor could you trust everyone completely.

Nothing was safer or more reliable than your own two fists.

Enter title…

“lL wonder how many more times I can take a beating from him,’ Winston

mumbled under his breath before cursing softly, “Damn!”

Rose looked at him, surprised. “What’s eating you, playing solitaire with your

thoughts over there?”

Winston grimaced, grumbling back, “Nothing”

Rose frowned slightly, watching him quietly.

Winston was genuinely frustrated. The escalating tension between the couple

contemplating a divorce elicited a pang of guilt within him, even though he was

just following orders.

It was clear they both had feelings for each other. Rose was open about hers,

which made things simpler, but Morrison? The quy was as emotionally dense as

a brick wall.

Did Winston have to keep taking hits until Morrison realized his own feelings for

Rose? How dumb was Morrison, and how miserable did that make Winston?

This was just…

The more he thought about it, the more he felt shortchanged. Why the hell did

he have to put up with this crap? He deserved an award for being the ultimate

wingman.

Who else would selflessly take a punch, offering their face up for the good of

someone else’s love life? Damn it!

The more Winston thought about it, the colder his expression became.

“Rose, seriously, Morrison’s emotional intelligence is so low it’s in the basement.

It’s exhausting being with him. Dump him already. What do you even see in him

beyond that pretty face? What’s tying you down so much?”

Rose sighed, her voice tinged with regret, “I’ll admit that I got swept up by his

looks. In hindsight, there’s a sea of handsome guys out there. I’ve got options:

“Like

played on Rose’s lips, “Well, you are the

is definitely crush-worthy- Winston snorted,

arrogance. “Finally, you’re making sense. Go ahead, fall for

on some of the perks my fans would

“Like what?”

not one to lose out. I took

than once. You

lips, “What kind of compensation are

eyes glearned mischievously as he suggested, “How

in exchange?”

raised her eyes to meet his, her

hospital room door swung open. Morrison strode in with a

face set in a grim line. Rose turned to

she could speak, Morrison

What’s the hesitation

a big decision. I need to consider my current

to

face darkened, “Consider? Rose, what are

my options based on what’s happening right

“Are you

grave?!”

could always try.

you did send

Morrison’s face fell further.

happen if Winston really died at his hand? It would be just

be divided by a life

that? She would probably hate

embrace and walked towards the

of me, as my guest and key ambassador.

Tell me what you need, and

It’s my duty.

frown deepened at her words, “What

a patient myself.

obligation

healthy man to

after?”

you think I got injured for

it’s my fault? If that’s

Winston, since you put him in

“So, at this moment, I

You two

was already at

the door clicked shut behind her, leaving Morrison

crackled between them. Their eyes met, and it was

in the air, silently clashing

stay away from me. Being around you is

first, his disdain for Morrison

stupidity? The thought just soured

disliked, Morrison’s expression

at you makes me want to

look after you…”

out!” Winston cut him off, waving his hand in disgust. The idea

him was laughable – Winston had plans to

glowered at him, “Consider this a warning. Stay away

else, next time…”

Winston scoffed, “I bet Rose would never forgive

clenched his teeth in rage, “Don’t say I

conversation ended there, but Morrison couldn’t

longer, marching towards

was too much of a

mug? Really? And contemplating giving herself

and there was Rose in the lobby, waiting for the

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