The Enticing CEO’s Chosen Bride

Chapter 1843

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,

I mean is that since

even more

“What sort of things?”

after a moment of silence, he

for you. I guarantee it’s a foolproof plan.

to do it,

furrowed his brows, “You prepared it

reason, I thought you might need it,

in the

—

Megan and Molly were just stepping

Instead,

waiting for him.

opened the door for Morrison. Morrison

Molly, and now he felt a

to the past few days with Rose, this

natural. Even his own mother

as Rose did.

“Are you leaving?”

at him, huffed, and

schadenfreude grin, “I’ve brought

mood. You made this mess, you fix

don’t come running back to us. I’ve

us. Well,

pockets, mumbled a vague

figure it out? With his emotional intelligence of a brick? If he

in order. He can pack up and leave the Witt

granddaughter and find her a proper suitor.

I’ll flay

on, then gave Morrison a fierce look

of

Molly helped Megan down the

were leaving, Morrison turned around. “Not staying

Staying would shave years off my

Morrison sighed.

off, Morrison’s gaze shifted to Riley.

you prepared for me?”

trunk, fumbled around, and

something in hand.

over and upon seeing what

what you’ve had

awkward smile,

I’d

Even though it was true, saying it

Silence was akin to

a smack on

you?”

wasn’t hard, but Riley chuckled, “So, are you going to

“Get lost.”

of snow and tossed it at him, then

towards the villa.

in his hands, shaking his head with a hint

regret.

What a waste.

didn’t catch Mr. Witt actually cutting onions, just

like having a juicy

Witt like a carrot, half-threatening to spill the

always good for a

was wallowing in disappointment, the object he was

snatched from

already turning

with an icy expression.

there, dumbfounded. It wasn’t until Morrison walked inside

that Riley was jolted back to reality, catching a

had begun

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

red.

—

stared at the onion in his hands, and a muscle twitched

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