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.

it. If you

card. The

“I don’t want it”

tossing the card disdainfully back onto the

bed.

about

want to give me money,

account.’

his lips tightened, and

threatened to burst.

This damn woman!

it’s old-fashioned when you’ve got money

kill to have that.’

don’t need your money. If I’m going to spend, I need to

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

there? No one would dare laugh at

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

trope, please, get with the

No woman likes a CEO who’s a hillbilly. The young ladies

at heart. Money is good, and CEOs are great, but a hillbilly CEO is

major turn-off”

so much so that within

She smirked slightly,

give me

The grinding stopped abruptly.

silent, his face

her lips together, “Well, since

home. You’ll have a nurse

had been silent up to that point,

“Try and leave this room, I dare

bed, looking up at

supposed to be unreasonable”

reasonable if you were less

going home to rest bother

moment, then said gruffly, “I’m bored on

have to

“Don’t forget that

Rose: “Jerk…

In the end, she stayed, although she

buy

him, Morrison kept

her a $20 bill, enough to buy fruit for the

bathroom to freshen

followed to the bathroom door,

splurge a bit, do you think

going to cover it?”

grapes, cherries,

lately. How expensive can it be?

be generous with my wife.” With

on his

“You can hand out a million

that, but

up, turned off the tap, and stared at her through

“What did you say?”

arched an eyebrow, “Nothing. I’m

Rose was finally playing along. No

he settled on the couch and picked up his tablet to

some work.

him spending most time dealing with Rose, a backlog of tasks had

up.

she agreed to stay. He glanced at her bag and

her pocket

Feeling better, he finally settled down

the brief silence that had just settled

a few minutes. Morrison frowned, a

a terse, “Come

to the document

annotations. Once he saved the changes, he lifted

drew his

a chilly edge. “What is

a spell, I thought it was only

voice sounded

on her face.

in an ill-fitting hospital gown,

a slightly pale complexion, which gave her an unhealthy

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