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

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

Your face is definitely crush-worthy-

you’re making sense. Go ahead, fall for me. I’ll

on some of the

“Like what?”

lose out. I took a beating

once. You owe

her lips, “What kind of compensation are

as he suggested,

in exchange?”

raised her eyes to meet

swung open. Morrison strode in with

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

she could speak, Morrison pulled her into his

answer. What’s the hesitation

I need

responding to such

darkened, “Consider? Rose, what

my options based on what’s happening right

face turned an ashen hue, “Are you trying

grave?!”

could always try. What

you did

Morrison’s face fell further.

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

They’d be divided by a life taken, and what

of that? She would probably hate him

and walked towards the

of me, as my guest and key ambassador.

need, and ll

It’s my duty.

at her words, “What

still a patient

an obligation

healthy man to a pulp still

after?”

think I got injured for

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

care of Winston, since you put him in this

moment, I must be the one who’s

getting late. You

already at the door, opening

shut behind her, leaving Morrison

them. Their eyes met, and

in the air, silently clashing in an invisible

stay away from me. Being around

silence first, his disdain for Morrison palpable. Why should

the price for Morrison’s stupidity? The

disliked, Morrison’s expression turned

just looking at you makes me want to finish the job. Expecting me

look after you…”

cut him off, waving his hand in disgust. The idea

Winston had plans to live

him, “Consider this a warning.

else, next time…”

Winston scoffed, “I bet

his teeth in rage, “Don’t say

but Morrison couldn’t contain

longer, marching

too much of a handful. She actually

And contemplating

Rose in the lobby, waiting for the

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