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 me, for

lips, “Well, you

Your face is definitely crush-worthy- Winston snorted, his

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

some of the

“Like what?”

really. I’m not one to lose out. I took

once. You owe

“What kind of

he

in exchange?”

raised her eyes to meet his, her silence stretching between

room door swung open. Morrison strode in with a

in a grim line. Rose turned to

speak, Morrison pulled

for your answer. What’s the

frowned, “That’s a big decision. I

responding to

face darkened, “Consider? Rose, what are

need to weigh my options

you trying

grave?!”

“You could always try. What

did send him

Morrison’s face fell further.

really died at

They’d be divided

come of that? She would probably hate him

and walked towards the bed,

of me, as my guest and key ambassador.

Tell me what you need, and ll make sure you’re

It’s my duty.

her words,

I’m still a patient myself. You

obligation

beat a perfectly healthy man

after?”

I got injured for no

“You think it’s my fault? If that’s the

of Winston, since you

I must be the one who’s

It’s getting late. You

she was already

door clicked shut behind her, leaving Morrison and Winston alone,

crackled between them. Their eyes met, and

air, silently clashing in an

from me. Being around you is

broke the silence first, his disdain for Morrison palpable. Why should

The thought just

Morrison’s expression

you makes me want to finish the

look after you…”

cut him off, waving his hand

Winston had plans to live a little

him, “Consider this a warning.

else, next time…”

me?” Winston scoffed, “I bet

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

there, but Morrison couldn’t

longer, marching towards the

was too much of a handful. She actually had

on Winston’s mug? Really? And contemplating

Rose in the lobby, waiting for

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