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

and the bottom layer

over to Rose and handed it to her.

his eyes briefly flicking to the sofa and coffee

with clear intent.

as Morrison climbed into the

glance. They

holding the container, watched

Morrison, it seems you have some new

standing there, and said,

for?”

settled on the sofa, peeling

Morrison looked back at the doctor and gave a noncommittal

staff were at a loss. “We need to take some detailed

on,’

frowned. “How did you get these new

nothing; Morrison said

head and took a bite

would you like to go for

said it’s fine, no need for a

doctors looked at Molly, a little embarrassed. Molly, however, looked

and then nodded,

wrong, how could he still have the strength to

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

activities.

muffin.

like everything that happened yesterday had nothing

the end, the medical staff gave up on further examinations.

of advice, “Mr. Morrison,

abstain from any strenuous activity. Some things

after you’ve fully recovered. It would

her muffin at

quickly took a

the doctor

careful. You don’t look well today, and normally

energy for certain activities. It would be quite embarrassing if

an

complexion turned even more sour. An accident midway?

of accident?!

about to lose his temper, the

of medical staff away

After all, she had maintained

private matters of her son and

it was inevitably

room fell into an awkward silence. Rose, still blushing, took another bite

her muffin.

Molly finally spoke

wounds?”

pointed at Rose.

gaze. “Really? Complaining about your wife to

mother?”

“It’s the truth”

snorted. “If having a wife is so much

cannot tolerate it. Divorce her. I can’t afford a daughter-in-law

divorced, you go your separate ways,

whomever she wants.”

a

“I thought

spoke with a maternal certainty that brooked no argument. “But

my dear boy. You fell right from my own tree, so

no amount of fondness can trump

Your grandma and I, we’ve been talkin’—we just want you to

don’t love Rose, then we won’t stand

the one

We’ll make sure she has a grand

is for you to be

you halfway on

head to look at

can leave now if you’re just here to

they were deliberately trying to make his life more

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