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

Morrison muttered under his breath, following her in as the

not to leave Rose

Winston.

unwell, and the overnight nurse arranged

uneasy. The room was also occupied by members

greeted Rose upon her

Rose asked, “Has the doctor

doing?”

clueless about the true cause

Rose. “Ms. Rose, what brings you here

she was the current “big spender,

up to anyone was tougher

patrons required utmost

be haughty, but

have that privilege.

well aware that their relationship with Rose was

Winston, the

impact, and sales

party footing the bill, they had to handle the

was hospitalized, and I had to show

invited him to R City. If anything goes wrong, I

responsibility”

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

trouble that

directly reveal that Winston’s hospital stay was due to a

so-called husband, which

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

up for

“That’s good to hear.”

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

first in line when there were benefits, but at the

be the

he was in

real issue.

breakfast?” Rose

bit grumpy. He’s not

whose complexion was particularly

of

was infamous. He used to put on a bit

an ounce was

remarked, “Winston, breakfast

glared at her,

an empty stomach. Morrison had

lips twitched. Was she provoking

words, the topic of her sentence appeared before

assistant had no idea why Rose was bringing up

encouraging Winston to eat

and

Morrison, it’s such an honor to have

City, everyone knew about

to explode from his assistant’s

his air of aloof nobility, gave a curt nod and glanced

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

him”

These two, Rose and Morrison, were

they come.

into a smile when he took

“Did you have

look

darkened instantly. Everyone turned to look at

and they stifled their laughter,

has always been about looks, and with you looking like this,

doesn’t ditch you for a better

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

looking?”

your face is always perfec. Even with the

charm that’s hard to

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