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

he walked over to Rose and handed it to

his eyes briefly flicking to the sofa and

with clear intent.

climbed into

They promptly began their

the container, watched

Morrison, it seems you have

Rose, still standing there, and said,

for?”

the container, and settled on

Morrison looked back at the doctor and gave a noncommittal

“We

going on,’

frowned. “How did you get

Morrison said

bite of

yet, would you like to go for a check-up

no need for a

Molly, a little embarrassed. Molly, however,

then nodded, “He’s

was really something wrong, how could he still have

his life with a broken arm or leg to indulge

activities.

bite of the muffin. She’s trying

like everything that happened yesterday had nothing to do

gave up on further examinations.

Morrison with a word of advice, “Mr. Morrison, given your

should abstain from any strenuous activity.

until after you’ve fully recovered. It

nearly choked on her muffin at these words.

took a

glaring at the doctor who just shrugged with

You don’t look well today, and normally

It

an

complexion turned even more sour. An accident midway?

of accident?!

was about to lose his temper, the doctor chuckled

staff away with a

all, she had maintained a certain level

the private matters of her

it was inevitably uncomfortable for

into an awkward silence. Rose, still

her muffin.

the tension, Molly finally spoke up. “How

wounds?”

pointed at Rose.

met Molly’s gaze. “Really? Complaining about your wife to your

mother?”

“It’s the truth”

is so much trouble, I, as the

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

divorced, you go your separate ways, and she

whomever she wants.”

very image of a

“I thought you

with a maternal certainty that brooked no argument. “But

and blood, my dear boy. You fell

don’t mind her, but no amount of fondness can trump the love I

talkin’—we just want you to

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

she’s the one

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

we want is for

halfway on

at Molly, while Morrison’s face

now

wondered if they were deliberately trying to

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