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.

it. If you want

card. The PIN

“I don’t want it”

suddenly cut him off, tossing the card

bed.

about to explode,

want to

account.’

twitched, his lips tightened, and a

threatened to burst.

This damn woman!

when you’ve got money to spend?

kill to have that.’

your money. If I’m going to

card embarrass anyone?! Do you know how

No one would dare

Witt!” Rose interrupted again, raising her voice, “If you really want

domineering CEO trope, please, get with the times. Even CEOs

likes a CEO who’s a

heart. Money is good, and CEOs are great,

major turn-off”

fell silent, so much so that

grinding of Morrison’s teeth. She

give me

The grinding stopped abruptly.

remained silent, his face

pressed her lips together, “Well, since you’re done with dinner,

home. You’ll have a nurse to look after you

Morrison, who had been silent up to that point,

sharply, “Try and leave this room,

of the bed, looking up at him.

supposed to be unreasonable”

if

home to rest bother

was silent for a moment, then said

to

arm fiercely, “Don’t forget that I

Rose: “Jerk…

scene. In the end, she stayed,

buy some

kept her bag and

enough to buy fruit for the evening. He then

the bathroom

followed to the bathroom door, slightly

Big Shot CEO, if I decide to splurge a bit,

going to cover it?”

grapes, cherries, and cherry tomatoes—that’s

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

I should be generous with my wife.”

water on his

and slightly said, “You can hand out a million bucks

but twenty dollars

turned off the tap, and

“What did you say?”

an eyebrow, “Nothing.

finally playing along. No longer

he settled on the couch and picked up his

some work.

dealing with Rose, a

up.

agreed to stay. He glanced at her bag and phone next

and considered the trivial $20 in her pocket – she had no chance

finally settled down to tackle

door shattered the

a

managed a terse, “Come

returned his gaze to the document he’d been scrutinizing,

he saved the changes, he lifted his

standing before him drew his eyebrows

took on a chilly edge. “What

quite a spell, I thought

on you,’ Mona’s voice sounded

on her face.

in an ill-fitting hospital gown, she

pale complexion, which gave her

The Novel will be updated daily. Come back and continue reading tomorrow, everyone!

Comments ()

0/255