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 is that since things have

something even more surprising can’t

“What sort of things?”

his throat forcefully and after a moment

for you. I guarantee

it, it will definitely

brows, “You prepared it in

a sheepish smile, “For some reason, I thought you

it in the

—

and Molly were just stepping out,

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

waiting for him.

parked the car and hastily opened

things to Molly, and now he felt a

to the past few days with

own mother didn’t make him

as Rose did.

“Are you leaving?”

and

wore a schadenfreude grin, “I’ve brought the

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

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

end up embarrassing us. Well, that’s on

pockets, mumbled a vague

out? With his emotional intelligence of a brick? If he can’t

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

my granddaughter and find

her, I’ll

Morrison a fierce look and whacked him

“Out of

Molly helped Megan down the

Morrison turned around. “Not

irks me. Staying would shave years off my

Morrison sighed.

drove off, Morrison’s

you prepared for me?”

the car’s trunk,

something in hand.

over and upon seeing what Riley held,

you’ve had ready for

awkward smile, “Yes… yes, it

I’d

this time. Even though it was true, saying it

no-go. Silence was akin to

frustrated, gave Riley a smack on the head, “Getting bold,

you?”

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

“Get lost.”

grabbed a handful of snow and tossed it at

towards the villa.

onion in his hands, shaking

regret.

What a waste.

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

like having a juicy secret in his pocket.

dangle it over Mr. Witt like a

good

wallowing in disappointment, the object he was

snatched from

up, he found Morrison already turning on

with an icy expression.

there, dumbfounded. It wasn’t until Morrison

the door behind him that Riley was

had

Even Mr. Witt’s ears had turned a frosty shade

red.

—

stared at the onion in his hands, and