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:

“Like me,

“Well,

crush-worthy- Winston snorted, his

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

the perks my fans would

“Like what?”

lose out. I took

than once. You owe

pursed her lips, “What kind of compensation are

glearned mischievously as he

in exchange?”

to meet his, her

swung open. Morrison strode in with a

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

Before she could speak, Morrison pulled her into

answer. What’s the hesitation about?”

I need to

responding to

“Consider? Rose, what are

need to weigh my options based on what’s happening

“Are you trying to send him to

grave?!”

at him coolly, “You could always

you did send him

Morrison’s face fell further.

if Winston really died at

hurt. They’d be divided by a

of that? She would probably hate

stepped away from his embrace and walked towards the

guest and key ambassador.

me what you need, and ll make

It’s my duty.

her words, “What do

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

obligation

a perfectly healthy man to a

after?”

you think I got

my fault? If

taking care of Winston, since you

this moment, I must be the one

getting late. You two sort

was already at the

her, leaving Morrison and Winston

between them. Their eyes met, and it was

the air, silently clashing in an

from me. Being around

first, his disdain for Morrison palpable.

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

Morrison’s expression turned

at you makes me want to finish

look after you…”

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

for him was laughable – Winston had plans to live

him, “Consider this a warning. Stay away

else, next time…”

me?” Winston scoffed, “I bet Rose would never forgive

in rage, “Don’t say I

ended there, but Morrison couldn’t contain

longer, marching towards the

Rose, was too much of a handful. She actually

mug? Really? And

was Rose in the lobby,

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