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

card. The PIN

“I don’t want it”

the card disdainfully back onto the

bed.

was about to explode,

don’t want it. If you really want to give me

account.’

lips tightened, and a

threatened to burst.

This damn woman!

when you’ve got

kill to have that.’

to spend, I need to keep up with the

does a debit card embarrass anyone?! Do

would dare laugh at you.

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

trope, please, get with the times.

No woman likes a CEO who’s a hillbilly.

Money is good, and CEOs are great, but a

major turn-off”

much so that within seconds, Rose

Morrison’s teeth. She smirked

give me

The grinding stopped abruptly.

silent, his face

since you’re done with dinner,

nurse to look after you

prepared to leave, Morrison, who had been silent up to that point,

and leave this room,

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

supposed to be unreasonable”

reasonable if

going home to rest bother

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

have to keep me

grabbed her arm fiercely, “Don’t forget

Rose: “Jerk…

In the end, she

buy

kept her bag

enough to buy fruit for

bathroom to

followed to the bathroom door,

CEO, if I decide to splurge a bit, do you

going to cover it?”

cherries, and

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

be generous with my wife.”

on

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

that, but twenty dollars is generous for

the tap, and stared at her through the

“What did you say?”

an eyebrow, “Nothing. I’m

felt pleased that Rose was finally playing along. No longer

and picked up his tablet to catch

some work.

him spending most time dealing with

up.

agreed to stay. He

her pocket – she had no chance

finally settled down to tackle

knock on the door shattered the brief silence that had

Morrison frowned, a subtle irritation flitting across

a terse, “Come

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

annotations. Once he saved the changes,

him drew his

chilly edge. “What is

a spell, I thought it

Mona’s voice sounded softly,

on her face.

in an ill-fitting hospital gown, she appeared

slightly pale complexion, which

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