The Enticing CEO’s Chosen Bride

If it weren’t for the fact that someone had decided to pit her against Rose over

the same dress, things might not have escalated to this point.

Mason arched an eyebrow and scratched his temple, with a sheepish

expression on his face. “Hey, I was just doing a favor for someone.”

Who would’ve thought that a dress-clash could cause such a drama? Indeed,

that woman was just as the rumors had said—a real she-devil.

A simple garment had sparked this whole “bloodbath,” probably all part of her

wicked plan.

He shivered involuntarily. Terrifying, utterly terrifying.

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Rose noticed Mason’s words, as well as his subsequent expressions and subtle

actions. She raised an eyebrow, a hint of confusion flashing in her eyes.d2

Doing a favor for someone?

When she first realized her dress clashed with Mona’s, she thought it had been

Mona’s doing—like she was flaunting her victory.

She’d even worried that someone would make a joke out of the baby bump she

was sporting. After all, a dress-clash was one thing, but with her protruding belly,

it could become a laughingstock.

But now, it seemed the tables had turned in her favor. Who could be behind

this?

Catching Rose’s gaze, Mason lifted his head and offered her a small smile and

a nod. She nodded back, smiling.

The hand wrapped around her waist tightened. Snapping back to reality, she

noticed Morrison glaring at her with a furrowed brow. “What’s up?”

Morrison pursed his lips. “Stay away from him, he’s a creep.”

Rose was speechless for a moment before retorting, “Have you seen the state

your Mona’s in? And you’re worried about others?”

“What are you talking about, when is she mine? Watch your mouth.”

his grip, and ran her fingers through her

now, but

up at him with a

“Happy Birthday” before turning and walking toward

an

you going?” Morrison

Rose didn’t respond.

You haven’t had

too cloying for my taste right now.

There’s a whole crowd waiting to eat your birthday

right there, and whoever wants a piece can

not stopping them.”

halted, scanning the surroundings before shifting her gaze to

sure you want to leave all your guests hanging like

paused, turned, and shouted to Riley:

everyone gets their fill, and thank them for

crowd was too stunned to react. This Mr. Witt of R

was taken

somewhat bewildered, “Mr. Witt, are we

to Mr. Mason as

snorted, and said,

him for helping Mrs.

A mere truckload is not enough to express my gratitude.

out, let feel free to ask for more

twitched at the childish remark—it seemed the man would

things go.

somewhat helpless, smoothed her forehead

out of the

“Rose! Isn’t this a bit much? It’s

you’re leaving early?”

breaking her stride, Rose turned to him. “This isn’t

been acting like this.”

Morrison stumbled over his words. “I also don’t really

cake. I

vegan cream cake I ordered should

at our place about

watching Rose’s retreating

he caught up to her in a few long steps and

a startled cry, instinctively wrapping

around Morrison’s neck.

Morrison’s

“You scared me to

her in his arms.. “We’re

to eat cake.”

you don’t like

I going to eat cake, but I’m planning on

with it.”

a

shook her head with a mix

cheeky

countless memories of clashing with Morrison,

And she found herself at a

version of him.