The Enticing CEO’s Chosen Bride

Chapter 1825

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 are the darling of the

face is definitely crush-worthy- Winston

making sense. Go ahead, fall for me.

on some of the perks my fans

“Like what?”

not one to lose out. I took a beating

once.

pursed her lips, “What kind of

mischievously as he suggested, “How about your

in exchange?”

raised her eyes to meet his, her silence stretching

open. Morrison

his face set in a grim line. Rose

slightly. Before she could speak, Morrison pulled her into

waiting for your answer. What’s

big decision. I need to

responding to such a

face darkened, “Consider? Rose,

weigh my options based on what’s

hue, “Are you trying to send

grave?!”

could always try. What do you

did send

Morrison’s face fell further.

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

actually been hurt. They’d be divided by a life taken, and what

would

and walked

because of me, as my guest and key ambassador. I

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

It’s my duty.

frown deepened at her words, “What do

I’m still a

an obligation

patient who can beat a perfectly healthy man to a pulp

after?”

you think I

smiled wryly, “You think it’s my fault? If

one taking care of Winston, since you put him in

moment, I must be the one who’s surplus

late. You two sort

that, she was already at the door,

shut behind her, leaving Morrison and Winston alone,

them. Their eyes met, and it was

air, silently clashing in

from me. Being

the silence first, his disdain for

price for Morrison’s stupidity? The thought just soured his mood

disliked, Morrison’s expression turned

looking at you makes me want

look after you…”

cut him off, waving his hand

was laughable – Winston had

a

else, next time…”

“I bet Rose would never forgive you. Believe

teeth in rage, “Don’t say I didn’t

there, but

longer, marching towards

too much of a handful.

And

was Rose in the lobby, waiting for

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