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.

and knocked on the

Morrison muttered under his breath,

open. He was determined not to leave

Winston.

and the

room was also occupied

They greeted Rose upon her

guilt, Rose asked,

doing?”

the

at Rose. “Ms. Rose, what brings

current

up to anyone was tougher than climbing to heaven.

these patrons required

haughty, but they couldn’t follow suit.

have that privilege.

they were well aware that their relationship with

Winston, the Spotlight

the desired market impact, and sales figures would

the bill, they had to handle

offered a faint smile, “Winston was hospitalized, and I

I invited him to R City. If anything

responsibility”

“Ms. Rose, you

that

directly reveal that Winston’s hospital stay was due

which could

that he’s alright:

up for our

“That’s good to hear.”

glance. This woman,

were

be the quickest to

was in this mess? She was

real issue.

had breakfast?” Rose

a bit grumpy. He’s not one

glanced at Winston, whose complexion was particularly sullen,

of one of his

morning mood was infamous. He used to put on a bit of charm

not an ounce was in

she remarked, “Winston, breakfast is a

glared at her,

empty stomach.

twitched. Was she

Rose’s words, the topic of

idea why Rose was bringing

when she was simply encouraging Winston to eat breakfast. He

he saw Morrison and promptly

such an honor to

knew about

to explode from

air of aloof nobility, gave a curt nod

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

him”

was so frustrated. These two, Rose and Morrison,

they come.

anger simmering, Winston’s lips twitched into a

you have a run-in with a

You look absolutely

instantly. Everyone

laughter,

been about looks, and with you

ditch you for a better

assistant,

looking?”

is always perfec. Even with the bandages

edgy charm that’s hard

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