The Enticing CEO’s Chosen Bride

Chapter 1838

Mona shook her head, “Nothing, there was a misunderstanding about that thing.

I can explain.”

With the way she flustered now, all the unconfirmed suspicions that had haunted

Morrison for years seemed to coalesce into a stark revelation. It was the final

blow.

“Sure, since you’re scared of being wronged, you’re welcome to explain. If I’ve

indeed wronged you, rest assured, I’ll offer you a sincere apology.”

Rose spoke calmly, her emotions seemingly at bay. Back when she and Chloe

used to hang out, she always thought Chloe was too nonchalant when dealing

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with certain issues, as if the person being insulted, slandered, or disadvantaged

wasn’t her at all.

Now that it was Rose’s turn, she began to understand that indignation was

merely amusement for others.

Pain for the loved ones, joy for the foes. And that was exactly what the other

party wanted to see. Besides, getting too worked up seemed pointless and

beneath her. It made her look like a clown.d2

Most importantly, she had grown accustomed to it. After witnessing so much vile

talk, it took a lot to get under her skin. Like now, she was the picture of

composure, her mind unusually clear.

But against Rose’s tranquil demeanor, Mona was visibly rattled. She glanced at

Morrison and caught him staring at her, his narrowed eyes piercing.

Quickly looking away, she pressed her lips together, “We all used to have such

good times. I forgot.”

Rose’s lips twisted into a wry smile, laced with irony. “If that’s the reason, then

indeed…”

Morrison wasn’t deaf to the sarcasm. He wrapped his arm around her, turning

her to face him, his brows knitted tightly. “What are you trying to say? That

winter of our graduation year… you mean my birthday?”

Something struck a nerve, and he took a deep breath before continuing,

“Speaking of which, Rose, why didn’t you come to my birthday that year? Do

you know how long I waited for you?!”

A flicker passed through Rose’s eyes, “You waited for me?”

Morrison clenched his teeth, “The last birthday before graduation, and you stood

me up! You always came before, but why not the last time…”

“Morrison,” Rose interjected lightly, his grip on her waist tightening.

He realized something was amiss and quickly loosened his hold, awkwardly

rubbing her waist.

her expression serene, “You changed the venue last

and didn’t tell me.”

after a long pause,

to Mona. “You didn’t

on her scalp.

“I… I forgot.”

silence, Morrison’s expression

you were going to rehearse the play in the

in person!”

“I really

ass! You told me not to

rose sharply, its cold

tears spinning in her eyes,

equally frightened into

except for me,

start. Still feel wronged? You can continue

explain.”

clenched, unable to

gaze had

say? It was a direct confrontation with

from back then were impossible to

around Rose’s waist,

slender arm. “So, you went

at him, her gaze sliding inch by inch across his

return, “Why did you decide to change the venue

lips pressed together, and he looked ashamed. “It was my

“Was it your own decision, or

suggest it?”

guilty, “Someone else’s

“Who?”

gaze, his voice low, “Asking

in a tough

was Mona who suggested you change the

lips twitched, and he gave a barely perceptible nod.

waist, signaling her to help maintain his

watched him, a faint smile playing on

voice soft and distant.

go. I went to the place you initially

I finally did

give me the address but neglected to

staff, but

calling you again, there was no

Morrison’s grip paused.

that winter of our graduation year?

then was just like

leave for even a moment

the club the entire

as the suppressed feelings from the

a mist

emotions swelling

afraid that

as he embraced her, kissing

your birthday gift ready, and it never

didn’t return to school until after the New Year.

new semester started, your attitude had changed drastically.

there was no chance

and find out what

my brain, trying to figure out if

you mess

replied, his voice stiff with the awkwardness of baring

in front of Rose. “It’s just seeing you so

it would’ve made my day. That’s

birthday.”

confession was awkward, especially for Morrison, who was

had ever

this new vulnerability

spilling his guts just like he had at her product

so much more

her, he’d long since lost his shame. Why started being coy

at Morrison’s shirt, her spirits lifted despite

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