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.

her silence, Morrison added, “Keep it. If you want to

The

“I don’t want it”

off, tossing the card disdainfully

bed.

about to

want it. If you really want to give me

account.’

his lips tightened, and a vein

threatened to burst.

This damn woman!

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

kill to have that.’

need your money. If I’m going to

card embarrass anyone?! Do you know how

there? No one would dare laugh at you.

her voice,

get with the times.

CEO who’s a

CEOs are great, but a hillbilly CEO is

major turn-off”

so much so that within seconds, Rose

She smirked slightly, “What

to give me

The grinding stopped abruptly.

silent,

lips together, “Well, since

have a nurse

she prepared to leave, Morrison, who had been silent up

leave this room, I

foot of the bed, looking up at him. “Domineering

supposed to be unreasonable”

if you were less

me going home to

then

to keep

forget that

Rose: “Jerk…

want to make a scene. In

to buy

she’d trick him, Morrison kept her bag and phone as

a $20 bill, enough to buy fruit

the bathroom to

followed to the

CEO, if I decide to splurge a

going to cover it?”

oranges, grapes, cherries, and cherry

lately. How expensive can it

the change. I should be generous with my wife.”

on his

and slightly said, “You

else just like that, but

turned off the tap, and

“What did you say?”

an eyebrow, “Nothing.

Rose was finally playing along. No longer at odds

the couch and picked up his

some work.

time dealing with Rose, a backlog of

up.

relieved she agreed to stay. He glanced at her bag and phone

trivial $20 in her pocket – she had no chance

better, he finally settled down to tackle his

shattered the brief

frowned, a subtle irritation flitting across

he managed a

the document

annotations. Once he saved

figure standing before him drew

chilly edge. “What is

spell, I thought it was

Mona’s voice sounded softly, accompanied by a

on her face.

ill-fitting hospital gown, she appeared exceptionally delicate

pale complexion, which gave her an unhealthy

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