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

smile played on Rose’s lips, “Well,

Your face is definitely crush-worthy-

you’re making sense.

some of the perks my fans would

“Like what?”

lose out. I took a

once. You owe

“What kind of compensation are

glearned mischievously as he suggested, “How

in exchange?”

meet

hospital room door swung open. Morrison strode in

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

she could speak,

for your answer. What’s the hesitation

frowned, “That’s a big decision. I need

responding to such

Rose, what

my options based on what’s

an ashen hue, “Are you trying to send him to

grave?!”

glanced at him coolly, “You could always try. What do

you did send

Morrison’s face fell further.

died at his hand? It would be just like

actually been hurt. They’d be divided by a

that? She would probably

his embrace and walked towards the bed, “You

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

need, and ll make

It’s my duty.

frown deepened at her words, “What do you

forget, as your husband, I’m still a patient

obligation to

healthy man

after?”

glared, “Do you think I

fault? If that’s

taking care of Winston, since you put

moment, I

It’s getting late. You

she was already at the

clicked shut behind her, leaving Morrison

between them. Their eyes met, and

silently clashing in

me. Being around you is bad

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

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

disliked, Morrison’s expression turned

looking at you makes me want to finish

look after you…”

out!” Winston cut him off, waving his hand

Winston had plans to live

him, “Consider this a warning. Stay away from

else, next time…”

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

in rage, “Don’t say

ended there, but Morrison couldn’t contain

longer, marching towards the

of a handful. She actually

And contemplating giving

swung open, and there was Rose in the lobby, waiting

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