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

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

face is definitely crush-worthy-

of arrogance. “Finally, you’re making sense. Go ahead, fall for me. I’ll

the

“Like what?”

out. I took a

than once. You owe

her lips, “What kind of

eyes glearned mischievously as he suggested, “How about your

in exchange?”

her eyes to meet his, her silence stretching between

hospital room door swung open. Morrison strode

line.

slightly. Before she could speak, Morrison pulled her into his

answer. What’s the hesitation about?”

decision. I

responding to such

face darkened, “Consider? Rose, what are

else? I need to weigh my options based on what’s happening

you trying to send him to an

grave?!”

could always try. What do you think

did send

Morrison’s face fell further.

Winston really died at his hand? It would be

divided by a life

would probably hate him for

his embrace and

me, as my guest and key

you need, and ll make

It’s my duty.

at her words, “What do

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

obligation

patient who can beat a perfectly healthy man to a pulp still needs

after?”

think I got injured for

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

Winston, since you put

“So, at this moment, I must be the one

late. You two sort

already

clicked shut behind her, leaving

between them. Their eyes

silently

me. Being around you is bad

the silence first, his disdain for

the price for Morrison’s stupidity? The thought

disliked, Morrison’s expression

makes me want to finish

look after you…”

waving his hand

laughable – Winston had plans to

“Consider this a warning.

else, next time…”

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

Morrison clenched his teeth in rage, “Don’t say I didn’t warn

there, but Morrison couldn’t contain his

marching towards the

Rose, was too much of a handful.

Really? And contemplating giving herself

door swung open, and there was Rose in

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