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,

mean is that since

more surprising can’t

“What sort of things?”

throat forcefully and after a

I’ve prepared something for you. I guarantee

to do it,

his brows, “You prepared

sheepish smile, “For some reason, I

in the

—

and Molly were just

Instead, they stood at

waiting for him.

car and hastily opened the door for

Molly, and now he felt

But compared to the past few days with Rose, this was

Even his own mother didn’t make him feel as

as Rose did.

“Are you leaving?”

him, huffed, and turned

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

made this mess, you fix it.

don’t come running back to us. I’ve given you plenty of good advice, and

end up embarrassing us. Well, that’s on

in his pockets,

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

divorce is in order. He can pack up

my granddaughter and find her a

I’ll

Morrison a fierce look and whacked him with

“Out of

stepped aside as Molly

turned around. “Not staying

me. Staying would shave years off my

Morrison sighed.

carrying them drove off,

you prepared for me?”

hurried to the car’s trunk,

something in hand.

over and upon seeing what Riley

you’ve had ready for

an awkward smile, “Yes… yes,

I’d inevitably need

time. Even though it was true,

no-go. Silence

Riley a smack

you?”

but Riley chuckled, “So, are you going to

“Get lost.”

tossed it at him, then turned

towards the villa.

his hands, shaking

regret.

What a waste.

he didn’t catch Mr. Witt actually

happened was like having a

Witt like a

was always good

wallowing in disappointment, the object he was holding

from

Morrison already turning

with an icy expression.

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

the door behind him that Riley was jolted back

that had

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

red.

—

Morrison stared at the onion in his hands,

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