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

biscuits, and the bottom layer

the container, he walked over to Rose and handed it to her. “Go

voice was cold, his eyes briefly flicking to the sofa and

with clear intent.

as Morrison climbed into the hospital bed and gave

chilling glance. They promptly began

container, watched from where she

it seems you have some new

there, and said, “What are you

for?”

and settled

at the doctor and

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

on,’

frowned. “How did you get these

nothing; Morrison

lowered her head and took a bite of

yet, would you like to go for a

said it’s fine, no need for a

Molly, a little

nodded, “He’s probably

could he still have the strength

he could risk his life with a broken arm

activities.

bite of the muffin. She’s trying to

yesterday had nothing to do

end, the medical staff gave up on further

a word of advice, “Mr. Morrison, given

abstain from any strenuous activity. Some

recovered.

choked on her muffin at these words.

a few sips of

sat up, glaring at the doctor who just shrugged with a smile.

You don’t look

the energy for certain activities. It would be quite embarrassing if you

an accident

more sour.

of accident?!

to lose his temper, the doctor chuckled

medical staff away with

awkward. After all, she had maintained a certain level of

about the private matters of her son and

was inevitably uncomfortable for

an awkward silence. Rose, still blushing, took another bite

her muffin.

spoke up.

wounds?”

pointed at Rose. “Her fault,

“Really? Complaining about your

mother?”

“It’s the truth”

a wife is so much trouble, I, as

it. Divorce her. I can’t afford

Once divorced, you go your

whomever she wants.”

a

frowned. “I thought

a maternal certainty that

fell right from my own tree, so

mind her, but no amount of fondness can

and I, we’ve been talkin’—we just

we won’t stand

the one you want, then

sure she has a grand

want is for you to be

you halfway on

her head to look at Molly, while Morrison’s face twisted into

now

if they were deliberately trying to make

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