The Enticing CEO’s Chosen Bride

Chapter 1828

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 knocked

his breath, following her

He was determined not to leave

Winston.

and the overnight nurse

room was also occupied

They greeted Rose

asked, “Has the doctor

doing?”

assistant, clueless about the true cause

smile at Rose. “Ms. Rose, what

current “big spender,

anyone was tougher than climbing to heaven.

patrons required utmost

afford to be haughty, but they couldn’t follow suit.

have that privilege.

aware that their

the Spotlight Beauty

achieve the desired market impact, and sales figures would

as the party footing the bill, they had to handle the matter

smile, “Winston was hospitalized, and

all, I invited him to R City.

responsibility”

Rose, you exaggerate. It’s Winston

trouble that may

that Winston’s hospital stay was

husband, which could

is that he’s alright: “Fortunately,

for our

“That’s good to hear.”

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

line when there were benefits, but at the

the

understand why he was in

real issue.

had breakfast?” Rose

bit grumpy. He’s not one for

at Winston, whose complexion was

of his

put on a bit of charm

not an ounce

she remarked, “Winston, breakfast is a

at her,

empty stomach. Morrison had plenty

lips twitched. Was

if on cue with Rose’s words, the topic of

Rose was bringing

she was simply encouraging Winston to eat breakfast. He

until he saw Morrison and promptly greeted

an

City, everyone knew about the power

about to explode

with his air of aloof nobility, gave a

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

him”

so frustrated. These two, Rose and Morrison,

they come.

into a smile when

“Did you have a run-in with

look absolutely

darkened instantly. Everyone

stifled their laughter, not daring to make a

has always been about looks, and with

you for a

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

looking?”

always perfec.

charm that’s hard to

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