Chapter 1828

Morrison had reached his breaking point. The woman was growing more and

more brazen by the day. Did she think he was invisible?

Stuffing a sandwich into his mouth and gulping down his coffee in a few swift

swallows, he stood up, his face the color of thunder, and marched out of the

hospital room.

By the time Rose reached Winston’s hospital room, a small crowd had already

gathered, mainly young women, all huddled around the small glass on the door,

trying to sneak a peek inside.

“Seriously, it’s really Winston?”

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“Definitely, I almost bumped into him at the door. He’s staying in this room.

“I heard he came to R City, but why would he be in the hospital?”

“No idea, but it looks like he got into a fight, his face and head seemed banged

up.”

“A fight? If the media gets wind of this, won’t it blow up into a big deal?”

“Getting into trouble right after arriving in R City, if this gets out, it’s going to be a

sensation!”

Rose’s heart sank at these murmurs, a bad feeling creeping up on her. An

international movie star, in a brawl in R City and ending up in a hospital…

Scores of people were waiting for just one slip-up, and if this incident went

public, it would be a devastating blow to his career.

Her expression darkened. All of this hanppened because of her, and if anything

serious happened, she couldn’t escape blame.

Hospital security and a few plain-clothed individuals, likely Winston’s

management team, started to shoo the crowd away, sticking to a firm “no

comment” policy.

Once the hallway cleared, Rose approached the door, about to knock, when a

familiar force wrapped around her waist, Morrison’s familiar scent enveloping

her.

She turned, finding Morrison beside her with a scowl, his arm possessively

pulling her close. He grunted at her gaze.

“Incorrigible woman.”

Rose was still brooding over the recent events, particularly that Morrison was

responsible for Winston’s hospitalization and the potential media frenzy. She

was far from pleased. As his voice fell, she pursed her lips and elbowed him

hard in the ribs.

Caught off guard, Morrison winced, his face momentarily contorted with pain.

cold glance and

under his breath, following her in as the

He was determined not to leave Rose alone

Winston.

particularly unwell, and the overnight

room was also

team. They greeted Rose upon her

asked, “Has the doctor been by? How’s

doing?”

clueless about the true

at Rose. “Ms. Rose,

all, she was the current “big spender, and

anyone was tougher

patrons required utmost

be haughty, but they couldn’t follow

have that privilege.

aware that their relationship with

Without Winston, the Spotlight

the desired market impact, and sales figures would

as the party footing the bill, they

was

all, I invited him to R City. If anything goes wrong, I can’t

responsibility”

looked uneasy. “Ms. Rose, you exaggerate. It’s

that may

reveal that Winston’s hospital stay was due to

which could spark

is that he’s alright:

for our

“That’s good to hear.”

frosty glance. This woman, the epitome

there were benefits, but at the

be the quickest

understand why he was in

real issue.

had breakfast?”

a bit grumpy. He’s

complexion

of

morning mood was infamous. He used to put

an ounce

an eyebrow, she remarked, “Winston, breakfast

glared at her,

an empty

lips twitched. Was she

words, the topic of her sentence

why Rose

encouraging Winston to eat breakfast. He

and promptly greeted him with a

an honor to have you visit

City, everyone knew about the power of the

to explode from his assistant’s

aloof nobility, gave a curt nod and glanced at

my wife’s company, it’s only proper that I check in

him”

These two, Rose and Morrison, were

they come.

twitched into a

“Did you have a run-in with

look absolutely

darkened instantly. Everyone turned to look

laughter, not daring to

about looks, and

you for

turned to his assistant, stroking his own face, “How’s my

looking?”

is always perfec.

charm that’s hard

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