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 bottom

container, he walked over to Rose and handed it to

cold, his eyes briefly flicking to the sofa

with clear intent.

raised an eyebrow as Morrison climbed into

staff a chilling glance. They promptly

holding the container, watched from where she

it seems you

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

for?”

container, and settled on the

looked back at the doctor and gave

were at a loss. “We need to take some

on,’

you get

Morrison

took a bite of

yet, would you like to go

fine, no need

Molly, a

and then nodded, “He’s

could he still have

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

activities.

the muffin.

happened yesterday

the medical staff gave up on

word of

you should abstain from any strenuous activity.

until after you’ve fully recovered. It would be

her muffin at these words. “Cough. cough,

quickly took a

at the doctor who

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

certain activities. It would be quite

an accident

sour.

of accident?!

to lose his temper,

of medical staff away with a

awkward. After all, she had

life. Hearing about the private matters

inevitably uncomfortable

into an awkward silence. Rose, still blushing,

her muffin.

spoke up. “How did you get those

wounds?”

Rose. “Her fault,

gaze. “Really? Complaining about your

mother?”

“It’s the truth”

a wife is so

I can’t afford a daughter-in-law who

divorced, you go your

whomever she wants.”

a difficult

thought you liked

a maternal certainty that brooked

and blood, my dear boy. You fell right

amount of fondness can trump

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

Rose, then we won’t stand in your way of a divorce.

Mona, if she’s the one

We’ll make sure she has a grand entrance into the

or slurs, I promise. All we want is for

you halfway

lifted her head to look at Molly, while Morrison’s

utter distaste. “You can leave now if you’re just here to

if they were deliberately trying

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