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.

Morrison added, “Keep it.

The PIN

“I don’t want it”

tossing the card disdainfully back

bed.

was about

really want to give me money, just transfer it

account.’

tightened, and a

threatened to burst.

This damn woman!

you’ve

kill to have that.’

going to spend, I need to keep up

debit card embarrass anyone?! Do you know how much

dare laugh at you. The

again, raising her

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

woman likes a CEO who’s

Money is good, and CEOs are great, but a

major turn-off”

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

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

to give me

The grinding stopped abruptly.

remained silent, his

together, “Well, since you’re done with dinner, I

You’ll have a nurse to look after

leave, Morrison, who had been silent up

sharply, “Try and leave this room,

the foot of the bed, looking up at

supposed to be unreasonable”

reasonable if you

going home to rest

silent for a moment, then said gruffly,

to keep

her arm fiercely, “Don’t forget that I got hurt because

Rose: “Jerk…

In the end, she

to buy some

she’d trick him, Morrison kept her

a $20 bill, enough to buy fruit for

bathroom to

to the

if I decide to splurge a bit,

going to cover it?”

grapes, cherries, and

been eating lately. How expensive can

should be

on

“You can hand out

just like that, but twenty dollars

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

“What did you say?”

eyebrow,

was finally playing along. No longer at

and picked up his tablet to catch up

some work.

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

up.

to stay. He glanced at her bag

and considered the trivial $20 in her

better, he finally settled down

the brief

Morrison frowned, a subtle irritation flitting across

he managed a terse,

returned his gaze to the

annotations. Once he saved the changes,

standing before him drew

on a chilly edge.

spell, I thought it was only

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

on her face.

in an ill-fitting hospital gown,

slightly pale complexion, which gave her an unhealthy

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