The Enticing CEO’s Chosen Bride

Morrison sounded impatient, “Spit it out.”

Riley coughed awkwardly again. “It’s pretty obvious that Mrs. Witt adores you.”

Morrison glanced at him coldly through the mirror. “Of course, did I need you to

tell me that?”

If it was so obvious, why hadn’t he pointed it out before? Now, after stirring up

this whole mess, did he really need Riley to state the obvious?

Riley, undeservingly scolded, stayed quiet for a moment.

Morrison shifted in his seat, fell silent, then suddenly asked irritably, “What are

you trying to say?”d2

Enter title…

Riley slowed the car down a bit, “Mr. Witt, it seems Mrs. Witt has returned to

your place?”

Morrison leaned forward and sure enough, he could see the car heading

towards the direction of their house. A flicker of brightness crossed his stony

face, but it didn’t last long as he leaned back into his seat, his expression

tangled.

She was home, yes, but with her fiery temper, he hadn’t quite figured out how to

approach her yet. He rubbed his temples and suddenly thought that maybe, just

maybe, he could take the Witt family to greater heights. Compared to dealing

with Rose, striking a high-stakes deal seemed like a piece of cake.

Should he thank Rose for bringing out his hidden capabilities? This was tough.

Way too tough. He had made his bed, now he had to lie in it. If he had known it

would come to this, he would have avoided doing those regrettable things in the

past.

How the tables have turned.

Having worked alongside Morrison for years, Riley knew his boss had the

emotional intelligence of a rock, yet there wasn’t much else to fault him for.

Loyalty was a given after all these years.

“Mr. Witt, Mrs. Witt loves you so much, she won’t want to see you struggle.”

At this, Morrison paused, then looked up at Riley. “What do you mean by that?”

Riley continued, “She wouldn’t want to see you in trouble, nor see you pitiful.

Women are actually quite easy to appease. Especially someone like Mrs. Witt

who loves you, she’ll be even easier to win over.”

Morrison’s gaze sharpened, “Go on.”

“You’ve always been too proud, but now that you’ve decided to throw your pride

out the window. Um, I mean…”

Riley coughed awkwardly, catching Morrison’s stern look in the rearview mirror,

suddenly felt a chill. “What I mean

more surprising can’t

“What sort of things?”

throat forcefully and after a moment of silence,

you. I guarantee it’s a foolproof plan.

do it, it

brows, “You prepared it in

“For some reason, I thought you might need

it in the

—

the villa, Megan and Molly were just stepping out, and

they didn’t approach. Instead, they stood at

waiting for him.

parked the car and hastily opened the door for Morrison.

things to Molly, and now

compared to the past few days with Rose, this was

his own mother didn’t make

as Rose did.

“Are you leaving?”

huffed, and turned away, refusing to

brought the lady back to you, and

mood. You made this mess, you fix it.

us. I’ve given

up embarrassing us. Well,

in his pockets,

out? With his emotional intelligence of

Rose, a divorce is in order. He can pack up and

Rose as my granddaughter and find her a proper

her, I’ll flay them

a fierce

of

Molly

were leaving, Morrison turned around. “Not staying with all this

Staying would shave

Morrison sighed.

car carrying them drove off, Morrison’s gaze

you prepared for me?”

then hurried to the car’s trunk, fumbled

something in hand.

walked over and upon seeing what Riley held, his

is what you’ve had

offered an awkward smile, “Yes… yes,

you thought I’d

answer this time. Even though it was true, saying

a no-go. Silence

a smack on the head, “Getting bold,

you?”

hit wasn’t hard, but Riley chuckled,

“Get lost.”

snow and tossed it

towards the villa.

the onion in his hands, shaking his head with

regret.

What a waste.

Mr. Witt actually cutting onions, just knowing

like having a juicy secret in his pocket.

like a carrot, half-threatening to spill the

always good for a

disappointment, the object

from

already turning on his heel, clutching

with an icy expression.

dumbfounded. It wasn’t until Morrison walked inside and

was jolted back to reality,

that had

that cold outside? Even Mr. Witt’s ears had turned a

red.

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in his hands, and a muscle