The Enticing CEO’s Chosen Bride

Chapter 1827

Chapter 1827

Morrison paused, processing the words.

Really?

Without a word, he made his way to the bathroom. The reflection that stared

back at him was haggard, a weary shell with puffy, swollen eyes ringed with dark

circles.

This wasn’t just looking bad. He hardly recognized the person in the mirror.

The previous night’s worries about Rose possibly running off with someone else

had kept him tossing and turning until the wee hours of the morning.

Enter title…

Normally, a late night at the office would be no big deal, but last night, lying in

bed, he felt more drained than after a week’s worth of overtime.

He knew Rose had a thing for good looks, and that very fact had granted him a

chance to spend the night with her. And now, with his face a wreck, wouldn’t she

be even more restless? Especially since they had a bona fide actor living

downstairs.

His complexion was sallow, making him look all the more unsightly. He turned

the tap and splashed his face with water, trying to wash away the fatigue.

Rose finished dressing and opened the hospital room door. After a moment, the

door suddenly swung wide open, and several people let out a surprised “Huh.”

“How odd, it was just locked, and now…”

They stopped short when they saw Rose, clad in an ill-fitting men’s suit that was

clearly not designed for her, standing beside the hospital bed looking at them.

Molly’s eyes flickered with mirth as she turned to the medical staff beside her.

“Thanks for your help. Now that the room’s open…”

“Ma‘am, we need to conduct the routine check-up,” said the doctor with a

friendly smile, as morning rounds were the norm to assess patients”

conditions.

Molly set the thermal container aside on a cabinet and looked at Rose with a

warm smile. “Rose, where’s Morrison?”

Rose felt her cheeks flush. The meaning behind Molly’s smile was all too naked,

and she knew exactly why. After all, the previous night, they had indeed

engaged in unspeakable acts.

“He’s in the bathroom.”

Morrison came out of the bathroom, looked at the room full of people, and

frowned slightly. His gaze shifted from Molly to the thermal container, which he

opened to find layers of breakfast delights: the top layer held muffins, the

layer biscuits, and the

over to Rose and handed it to her.

cold, his eyes briefly flicking to the sofa

with clear intent.

as Morrison climbed into

a chilling glance. They promptly began their cursory

container, watched

you have some new

at Rose, still standing there, and said, “What are

for?”

and settled on the sofa, peeling an

at the doctor

loss. “We need to take some

on,’ they

you get these

nothing; Morrison

and took a bite of the egg. “Mr. Morrison, since

would you like to

no

a

then nodded, “He’s

really something wrong, how could he still have the strength

risk his life with a broken arm or leg to indulge in

activities.

a bite of the muffin. She’s trying

happened yesterday had nothing to do with

the end, the medical staff gave up on further

with a word of advice, “Mr. Morrison,

any strenuous

left until after you’ve fully recovered. It

nearly choked on her muffin at these words. “Cough. cough,

took a few sips of

up, glaring at the doctor who just shrugged

look well today, and normally

the energy for certain activities. It would be

have an accident

complexion turned even more sour. An accident midway? What

of accident?!

was about to lose his temper, the doctor chuckled

staff away

she had maintained a certain level of

the private

it was inevitably uncomfortable for

awkward silence. Rose, still blushing, took

her muffin.

Molly finally spoke up. “How

wounds?”

pointed at Rose. “Her fault, he

“Really? Complaining about your wife to your

mother?”

“It’s the truth”

snorted. “If having a wife is so much trouble, I, as

Divorce her. I

Once divorced, you go your

whomever she wants.”

image of a

thought you liked

spoke with a maternal certainty that

flesh and blood, my dear boy. You fell

her, but no amount of fondness can trump

been talkin’—we just want you

truly don’t love Rose, then we won’t stand in your way

she’s the one

make sure she has a grand

we want is

halfway

her head to look at Molly,

utter distaste. “You can leave now if

deliberately trying to make his life more

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