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.

Enter title…

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.”

chuckled, shrugged off his grip, and ran her

not now, but

that, she glanced up at him with a

Birthday” before turning and walking toward the

leaving an agitated

going?”

Rose didn’t respond.

had

too cloying for

a whole crowd waiting to

and whoever wants a piece

not stopping them.”

halted, scanning the surroundings before shifting

want to leave

paused, turned, and shouted to Riley:

gets their fill,

was too stunned to react. This Mr. Witt

Riley was taken aback for a

somewhat bewildered, “Mr. Witt, are we

to Mr.

glanced at Mason, snorted, and said, “Of course. Although he’s

I’m still very grateful to him for helping Mrs. Witt

mere truckload is not enough to express

feel free to ask for more

at the childish remark—it seemed

things go.

somewhat helpless, smoothed her forehead and

out of

this a bit much? It’s my

you’re leaving early?”

turned to him.

been acting like this.”

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

sweet cake. I hate it,

shame because the vegan cream cake I ordered

at our place about

Rose’s retreating

caught up to her in a few long steps and

behind. “Ah…” Rose let out a startled cry, instinctively

around Morrison’s neck.

steadied, she saw Morrison’s face

his shoulder. “You scared me to death!

steps forward, holding her in his

to eat cake.”

said you don’t

“Not only am I going to eat cake,

with it.”

a sudden shade

her head with a mix of exasperation and affection. Megan

“Well, that cheeky boy.

memories of clashing with Morrison, but none were like

found herself at

version of him.