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.

him a cold glance and knocked on the hospital

under his breath, following her in

open. He was determined not to leave Rose

Winston.

unwell, and the overnight nurse

seemed uneasy. The room was also occupied by

team. They greeted Rose

twinge of guilt, Rose asked, “Has the doctor been

doing?”

clueless about the true cause of

weak smile at Rose. “Ms. Rose, what brings

the current “big spender,

to anyone was tougher than climbing

these patrons required utmost

afford to be haughty, but they couldn’t follow

have that privilege.

were well aware that their relationship with Rose

the Spotlight Beauty company’s

the desired market impact, and

bill, they had to handle the

faint smile, “Winston was hospitalized, and

R City. If anything goes wrong, I can’t

responsibility”

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

trouble that may affect

directly reveal that Winston’s hospital

so-called husband, which could spark

that he’s alright: “Fortunately, it’s nothing

up for our product

“That’s good to hear.”

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

in line when there were benefits, but at the

she’d be the

was in this mess? She was clearly avoiding

real issue.

breakfast?” Rose

grumpy. He’s not one

Winston, whose complexion

of one of his

used to put on a

ounce was

she remarked, “Winston, breakfast is a

glared at her,

properly on an empty stomach. Morrison had plenty

Was she provoking

Rose’s words, the topic of her sentence appeared

assistant had no idea why Rose was bringing

encouraging

he saw Morrison and promptly greeted him with

an

City, everyone knew about

about to explode from his

gave a curt

my wife’s company, it’s only proper that

him”

was so frustrated. These two, Rose

they come.

anger simmering, Winston’s lips twitched into a smile

have a run-in

look

Everyone turned to look

stifled their laughter, not daring

always been about looks, and with you looking

you

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

looking?”

perfec.

an edgy charm that’s hard to

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