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.

card. The PIN

“I don’t want it”

the card disdainfully

bed.

was about to explode,

don’t want it. If you really want to give me money, just transfer

account.’

face twitched, his lips tightened, and

threatened to burst.

This damn woman!

it’s old-fashioned when you’ve

kill to have that.’

money. If I’m going to spend, I need to

embarrass anyone?! Do

dare laugh at you.

raising her voice,

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

who’s a hillbilly. The

Money is good, and CEOs are

major turn-off”

room fell silent, so much so that within seconds, Rose

Morrison’s teeth. She smirked slightly, “What made

give me

The grinding stopped abruptly.

silent, his

pressed her lips together, “Well, since you’re

have a nurse to

leave, Morrison, who had been silent up to that

leave this room, I dare

the bed, looking up at him.

supposed to be unreasonable”

if

me going home

for a moment, then said

have to keep me

forget that I got hurt

Rose: “Jerk…

to make a scene. In

to buy

Morrison kept her bag and phone as

bill, enough to buy

the bathroom to freshen

to the bathroom door,

if I decide to splurge a

going to cover it?”

cherries, and cherry tomatoes—that’s

lately. How expensive can it

should be generous with my wife.”

water on his

and slightly said, “You can hand out a million

but twenty

turned off the tap, and stared at

“What did you say?”

arched an eyebrow,

finally

and picked up his tablet

some work.

most time dealing with Rose, a backlog

up.

to stay. He glanced at her bag

and considered the trivial $20 in her

finally settled

on the door shattered the brief silence

frowned, a subtle irritation

he managed a terse,

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

he saved

standing before him drew his eyebrows together even

a chilly edge. “What

a spell, I

on you,’ Mona’s voice sounded softly,

on her face.

in an ill-fitting hospital gown, she appeared exceptionally delicate

a slightly pale complexion, which gave

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