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:

nodded, “Like

Rose’s lips, “Well, you are the darling of

crush-worthy- Winston snorted, his face

making sense. Go

some of the perks my fans would

“Like what?”

to lose out. I took a beating

than once.

“What kind of compensation

eyes glearned mischievously as he suggested, “How about your

in exchange?”

her eyes to meet his, her silence

open. Morrison strode in with

face set in a grim line. Rose turned to him, her

could speak, Morrison pulled her into his

for your answer. What’s the hesitation about?”

decision. I need to consider

responding to such

darkened, “Consider? Rose, what are you playing

need to weigh my options based on

an ashen hue, “Are you trying to

grave?!”

him coolly, “You could

you did send

Morrison’s face fell further.

Winston really died at his hand? It

be divided by a life taken, and what

that? She would probably hate him

embrace and walked towards the

as my guest and key ambassador.

and ll make

It’s my duty.

at her words, “What do you

husband, I’m still a patient myself. You have not just

an obligation

perfectly healthy man

after?”

I got injured for no

it’s my fault? If that’s the

one taking care of Winston, since

continued, “So, at this moment, I must be the one

It’s getting late. You two

that, she was already

the door clicked shut behind her, leaving Morrison and

them. Their eyes met, and it was

the air, silently clashing

stay away from me. Being around you is bad

first, his disdain for Morrison palpable. Why

Morrison’s stupidity? The

Morrison’s expression

at you makes me want to finish

look after you…”

waving his hand in disgust. The idea

laughable – Winston had plans to

him, “Consider this a

else, next time…”

scoffed, “I bet Rose would never forgive

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

conversation ended there, but Morrison

longer, marching

too much of a handful. She actually had

And contemplating giving herself

swung open, and there was Rose in the

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