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,

a chill. “What I mean is that since things have

more surprising

“What sort of things?”

cleared his throat forcefully and after a moment of

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

to do it, it

brows, “You prepared it in

smile, “For some reason, I thought you might

in

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villa, Megan and Molly were just

his car, they didn’t approach. Instead, they stood at the

waiting for him.

opened

things to Molly, and now he felt a bit

to the past few days

his own mother

as Rose did.

“Are you leaving?”

at him, huffed, and turned away, refusing to

a schadenfreude grin, “I’ve brought the lady

You made this mess, you fix it. But if

to us. I’ve given you plenty of good advice, and

end up embarrassing us. Well, that’s on

hands in his pockets, mumbled a vague

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

divorce is in order. He can pack up and leave the Witt

my granddaughter and

cross her, I’ll flay them

then gave Morrison a fierce look

“Out of my

as Molly helped

around. “Not

just irks me. Staying

Morrison sighed.

drove off, Morrison’s gaze shifted to Riley. “What

you prepared for me?”

trunk, fumbled around, and finally

something in hand.

walked over and upon seeing what

what you’ve

smile, “Yes… yes, it

you thought I’d

didn’t answer this time. Even though it

a no-go. Silence was akin to

a smack on the

you?”

but Riley chuckled, “So, are you

“Get lost.”

handful of snow and tossed it at him, then turned

towards the villa.

onion in his hands, shaking

regret.

What a waste.

didn’t catch Mr. Witt actually

had happened was like having a juicy secret in his pocket.

like a carrot, half-threatening to spill the

good

wallowing in disappointment,

snatched from

he found Morrison already turning on his heel, clutching

with an icy expression.

It wasn’t until Morrison

the door behind him that Riley was jolted back to reality, catching a

had begun to

that cold outside? Even Mr. Witt’s ears

red.

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Morrison stared at the onion in his hands, and a