The Enticing CEO’s Chosen Bride

Chapter 1829

“I can’t stand the thought of losing sight of you. It’s strange, but right now I want

to be with you every single moment. Sweetheart, just be good. Stop giving me a

hard time.” Morrison held her tightly, each word punctuated with a kiss that he

pressed upon her over and over again.

Rose ducked her head, trying to dodge the constant barrage of kisses that he

lavished upon her without warning. Yet her heart fluttered uncontrollably

because of the words he whispered so close to her ear.

That pleading tone, mixed with a seductive coaxing, didn’t seem like something

Morrison would ever utter.

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But she was certain that it was definitely him.

Morrison had been acting out of character for the past few days, but considering

her past interactions with him, it didn’t seem so unusual after all.

After all, she believed that during their school days, he often clashed with her,

and considering their many years of conflict, his sudden change in demeanor

seemed to reveal his true nature.

She thought that she knew a little bit about his subtle and dark quirks. Still, this

felt like a complete turnaround.

She never thought that one day he would truly act like a brat, being

unreasonable and domineering one moment, only to transform into this clingy

person the next. He was like a stubborn child, who wouldnt let her leave when

he caught her.

Compared to his handsome and aloof exterior, their situation was completely out

of the norm.

Her lips were taken captive by his. He was holding her so tightly she couldn’t

struggle, and she could only lift her chin, being completely trapped by him.

She was eventually pushed back onto the hospital bed again. Considering the

baby in her belly, she placed both hands behind her to support her body, not

letting herself sink too deeply into the bed.

“That’s enough…” In the end, Rose whimpered and turned her head away,

avoiding Morrison’s kiss. Her face was flushed and her ears were red.

Morrison did not continue to kiss her either, but chose to hold her firmly in his

arms instead. Despite the awkward position, he held on to her, clearly intending

not to let her have the slightest chance of leaving. He was acting just like a child

on his first day of kindergarten, clinging to his mother’s leg, refusing to let her

go.

more she thought about it, the harder she found it to resist laughing

all. She certainly didn’t recall having such a giant baby

of her laughter, Morrison looked up, his dark gazes

mix of bewilderment and

“I’m

tightening his hold on her. “It’s

in the hospital, and

a few seconds, then said, “Morrison, did I ever tell

awful you

for a moment before replying, “You might have mentioned

to talk smack about me behind my back in school.

about myself too

then, she only

so confrontational,

just as bad, always scowling at me. You could

and kind with everyone else, so why was it that with me, you were

cold as

Morrison’s eyes hardened.

all of a sudden, you are telling me that I’m

always loved—how am I supposed to

flirting with other women while you ‘love’

serious undertone. The memories of their school days

in her mind. Many years had passed; those were

However, they

alone.

which always brought her joy

began, the atmosphere turning heavy

“You were the defiant rich girl, looking down on everyone,

own good. Dressed to the nines every single day,

to pick a fight

the face. If I actually admitted to liking

madman?”

her lip, frustrated by the way his narrative

I dressed to the nines? And when did I ever seduce the

as if the memory of her in those days was vivid

way he

dress up so flashy? Wasn’t there

boys trailing you whenever you showed up?

the basketball games, and half your electives

waited to ask you out, and—don’t tell me

from a guy during

was getting more and more infuriated

and his voice

lost in the distant memories he was dredging

then, the mention of tampons… She did recall such an

period had come early once, and a male classmate had

and tissues in the pockets.

from an

she realized she never properly thanked him. But

too embarrassed to express

could only recall fragments of those days. Her

mostly filled with Morrison—and she certainly didn’t have

those

was in a tight spot. I was

it was from?

didn’t say anything

beautiful eyes narrowing as she gazed

then, why didn’t you help me?

and I appreciated it. Why

with her hands behind her, her

looked at him. Her protruding belly

a

memory about

taking an interest in