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.

glance and knocked on the hospital room

under his breath, following her in as the

open. He was determined not to leave Rose

Winston.

unwell, and the overnight nurse

The room was also occupied

greeted Rose upon her

of guilt, Rose asked,

doing?”

assistant, clueless about the true cause of his

at Rose. “Ms. Rose, what brings you here so

the current

to suck up to anyone was tougher than climbing

these patrons required utmost

but they

have that privilege.

well aware that

the

desired market impact,

as the party footing the bill, they had

faint smile, “Winston was hospitalized, and

invited him to R City. If

responsibility”

Rose, you exaggerate. It’s Winston

trouble that may

reveal that Winston’s hospital

her so-called husband, which could spark media

alright: “Fortunately, it’s nothing serious.

for our

“That’s good to hear.”

her a frosty glance. This woman, the epitome of a

line when there were benefits, but at

be the quickest to

understand why he was in this mess? She was clearly

real issue.

had breakfast?” Rose asked

a bit grumpy. He’s not

at Winston, whose complexion was

of one of his

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

not an ounce

she remarked, “Winston, breakfast is a

glared at

can’t fight properly on an empty stomach. Morrison had plenty

lips twitched. Was she provoking

Rose’s words, the topic

idea why Rose was bringing up a brawl and

she was simply encouraging Winston

saw Morrison and promptly greeted

“Mr. Morrison, it’s such an honor to have

knew about the

to explode from his

nobility, gave a curt nod and glanced at

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

him”

so frustrated. These two, Rose and Morrison, were as

they come.

anger simmering, Winston’s lips twitched into a

appearance. “Did you have

look absolutely

expression darkened instantly. Everyone turned to

and they stifled their laughter, not daring to make

has always been about looks, and with you looking

doesn’t ditch you for a better

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

looking?”

is always perfec. Even

edgy charm

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