The Enticing CEO’s Chosen Bride

Chapter 1832

Chapter 1832

Morrison was too angry to speak. He’d shelled out for the top trending spots,

and now he had to remind her that it was actually his birthday that day with a

grand gesture?

Ha! As if he could do something so idiotic.

The hospital room fell into an awkward silence.

Rose sat on the couch, her eyes glued to her phone, seemingly engrossed in

whatever was on the screen. Occasionally, the murmur of male voices could be

heard, which he mistook for some TV show.

Enter title…

After a while, he pulled out a debit card from under his pillow and tossed it at

Rose. Rose picked it up and examined it, “What’s this for?”

Morrison gave her a sideways glance, “You don’t recognize a debit card?”

Rose pursed her lips, “I mean, why are you giving this to me?”

“A debit card is for spending money. Can you stop asking such dumb

questions?”

“You think I’m short on cash?” Rose’s laugh was faint, showing no interest in the

card.

She truly wasn’t short on money. Her family might not have provided her with

much affection, but they never skimped on material things.

To groom her into a true young lady and then sell her for a good price, they had

calculated this deal very thoroughly. Yet, she never rebelled against them for the

lack of affection.

They wanted to groom her into a young lady, and she was more than willing.

A girl with looks, figure, refinement, knowledge, and elegance, this was also her

personal desire. She wanted and anticipated this – to be a refined and perfect

woman. Only then could she confidently appear in front of the man she liked at

any time, making it easier for him to fall in love with her. Only then could she

truly become herself.

Her desires were clear, so she accepted the Davis family’s cultivation without

question. They had their motives, and she had her own plans. It was a mutual

benefit, nothing more.

And because everything had always gone so smoothly, she had never known

financial distress. Now, with Chloe’s help, her company was also thriving. So

she had everything, especially money.

Morrison gritted his teeth in frustration at her words. For the first time, he

realized how damn hard it was to win over a woman.

“You may not need money. But you need the money that comes from me, your

husband.’

Rose raised an eyebrow but said nothing.

silence, Morrison added, “Keep it. If you

card. The PIN

“I don’t want it”

suddenly cut him off, tossing the card disdainfully back onto the

bed.

was about to explode,

want it. If you really want to give me money,

account.’

tightened, and a vein

threatened to burst.

This damn woman!

old-fashioned when you’ve got money to spend? People

kill to have that.’

going to

when does a debit card embarrass anyone?! Do you know how

would dare laugh

again, raising her voice,

CEO trope, please, get with

who’s a hillbilly. The young

is good, and CEOs

major turn-off”

much so

She

to give

The grinding stopped abruptly.

silent,

since you’re done with

have a nurse to look after

had been silent

and leave

of the bed, looking up

supposed to be unreasonable”

be reasonable if you

me going home to

for a moment, then said gruffly, “I’m bored on my

to keep me

arm fiercely, “Don’t forget that I

Rose: “Jerk…

In the end, she stayed, although

to buy

him, Morrison kept her bag

to buy fruit

bathroom

followed to the bathroom

to splurge a bit, do you think twenty bucks

going to cover it?”

cherries, and

been eating lately. How expensive can it be? Twenty is plenty. And

the change. I should be

on his

back and slightly said, “You can hand out a

just like that, but twenty dollars

off the tap, and stared

“What did you say?”

an eyebrow,

was finally playing along.

and picked up his tablet to

some work.

him spending most time dealing with Rose,

up.

agreed to stay. He glanced at her bag and

and considered the trivial $20 in her pocket

better, he finally settled down to tackle his

the door shattered the brief silence that had just

few minutes. Morrison frowned, a subtle irritation flitting across

managed a

his gaze to the document he’d been scrutinizing,

he saved the

figure standing before him drew his eyebrows

took on a chilly edge.

spell, I thought it was

on you,’ Mona’s voice sounded softly, accompanied by

on her face.

ill-fitting hospital gown,

pale complexion, which

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