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,

slight smile played on Rose’s lips, “Well,

definitely crush-worthy- Winston snorted,

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

some of the perks my fans would

“Like what?”

one to lose out. I took a

than once. You

“What kind of

glearned mischievously as he suggested, “How about your

in exchange?”

her eyes to meet his, her silence

door swung open. Morrison strode

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

she could speak, Morrison pulled her

answer. What’s the

big decision. I need to consider my current

responding to such a

darkened, “Consider? Rose, what

need to weigh my options

face turned an ashen hue, “Are you trying to send

grave?!”

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

if you did send

Morrison’s face fell further.

at his hand? It would be

They’d be divided by a life taken, and

that? She would probably

stepped away from his embrace and

as my guest and key ambassador.

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

It’s my duty.

her words, “What

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

an obligation

a perfectly healthy man to a pulp still needs

after?”

glared, “Do you think I

it’s my fault?

of Winston, since

I must be the one

You two sort yourselves

she was already

shut behind her, leaving Morrison and

between them. Their eyes met, and it was as

air, silently clashing in an

from me. Being

disdain for Morrison palpable. Why should

The thought just soured his mood

Morrison’s expression

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

look after you…”

waving his

was laughable – Winston had

at him, “Consider this a warning. Stay away from my wife,

else, next time…”

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

not: Morrison clenched his teeth in

there, but Morrison couldn’t contain

marching towards the

too much of

Winston’s mug? Really? And contemplating

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

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