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

his breath,

to leave Rose alone with

Winston.

and the overnight

uneasy. The room was also

They greeted

guilt, Rose asked, “Has the

doing?”

assistant, clueless about the true cause

smile at Rose. “Ms.

all, she was the current “big spender,

anyone was tougher than climbing to heaven.

these patrons required utmost

be haughty, but they couldn’t follow suit.

have that privilege.

they were well aware that their relationship

Without Winston, the Spotlight Beauty

market impact, and sales figures would

the bill, they

was hospitalized,

him to R City. If anything goes wrong,

responsibility”

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

that may

that Winston’s hospital stay

so-called husband, which could spark media

important is that he’s alright: “Fortunately, it’s nothing serious.

up for our

“That’s good to hear.”

frosty glance. This woman, the epitome of a

was first in line when there were benefits, but at the first sign

she’d be the

was in this mess? She was clearly

real issue.

breakfast?”

grumpy. He’s not

at Winston, whose complexion was particularly

of his absolute

to put

ounce was in

an eyebrow, she remarked, “Winston,

glared at her,

empty stomach. Morrison had

twitched. Was she

cue with Rose’s words, the topic of her sentence appeared before

assistant had no idea why Rose was bringing up a

she was simply encouraging Winston to eat

saw Morrison and

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

R City, everyone knew about the

was about to explode from his assistant’s

gave a curt

ambassador for my wife’s company, it’s only

him”

two, Rose and

they come.

anger simmering, Winston’s lips twitched into

disheveled appearance. “Did you have a

look

Everyone turned to

and they stifled their laughter, not daring to make a

always been about looks, and with

doesn’t ditch you for a better

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

looking?”

always perfec. Even

an edgy charm

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