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

even more surprising

“What sort of things?”

after a moment of silence, he

prepared something for you. I guarantee it’s

to do it, it

furrowed his brows, “You prepared it in

“For some reason, I thought you might

it in

—

arrival at the villa, Megan and Molly were just

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

waiting for him.

the car and hastily opened the

and now he felt

But compared to the past few days with

natural. Even his own mother didn’t make him feel as

as Rose did.

“Are you leaving?”

him, huffed, and turned

wore a schadenfreude grin, “I’ve brought the lady back to you,

made this mess, you fix it. But if you can’t smooth

to us. I’ve given you plenty

up embarrassing us. Well, that’s

his pockets, mumbled a vague

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

divorce is in order. He can pack up and leave

my granddaughter and

cross her, I’ll

then gave Morrison a fierce look and

of my

aside as Molly helped Megan

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

me. Staying would shave years

Morrison sighed.

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

you prepared for me?”

the car’s trunk, fumbled around, and finally emerged

something in hand.

over and upon

you’ve had ready

awkward smile, “Yes…

I’d inevitably

this time. Even though it was true,

a no-go. Silence was

smack on the head, “Getting

you?”

chuckled, “So,

“Get lost.”

snow and tossed it at him,

towards the villa.

his hands, shaking his head

regret.

What a waste.

Witt actually

had happened was like having a juicy secret in

dangle it over Mr. Witt like a

was always good for a

he was wallowing in disappointment, the object

from

found Morrison already turning on

with an icy expression.

wasn’t

door behind him that Riley was jolted back to

that had

really that cold outside? Even Mr.

red.

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

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