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,

suddenly felt a chill. “What I mean is that since

more surprising can’t

“What sort of things?”

after a moment

trunk, I’ve prepared something for you. I guarantee it’s a foolproof plan.

do it,

“You prepared it in

smile, “For some reason, I thought you might need it,

in the

—

Megan and Molly

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

waiting for him.

hastily opened the door for Morrison. Morrison

things to Molly, and now he felt

days with Rose, this was nothing. With

his own mother didn’t make him feel

as Rose did.

“Are you leaving?”

at him, huffed, and turned away, refusing to

brought the lady back to you, and

a foul mood. You made this mess, you fix it. But if

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

embarrassing us. Well, that’s on

in his pockets,

out? With his emotional intelligence

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

adopt Rose as my granddaughter and find her a proper suitor. Anyone

I’ll flay

ranted on, then gave Morrison a fierce

of my

as Molly helped

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

me. Staying

Morrison sighed.

them drove off,

you prepared for me?”

car’s trunk, fumbled around, and finally emerged

something in hand.

walked over and upon seeing what Riley held,

“This is what you’ve

an awkward smile, “Yes…

thought I’d inevitably need

it was true,

Silence was

gave Riley a smack

you?”

hard, but Riley chuckled, “So, are you going

“Get lost.”

snow and tossed it at him,

towards the villa.

his hands, shaking his head with a

regret.

What a waste.

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

had happened was like having a juicy

Mr. Witt like a carrot, half-threatening to spill

good

as he was wallowing in disappointment,

snatched from

Morrison already turning

with an icy expression.

there, dumbfounded. It wasn’t until

was

that had

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

red.

—

the onion in his hands, and a muscle

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