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,

“What I mean is that since things have

more surprising

“What sort of things?”

forcefully and after a moment

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

do it, it will

brows, “You prepared

sheepish smile, “For some reason, I thought you

in the

—

arrival at the villa, Megan and Molly were just

didn’t approach. Instead, they stood

waiting for him.

parked the car and hastily opened the door for Morrison. Morrison

embarrassing things to Molly, and now he felt a

days with Rose, this was nothing. With

felt natural. Even his own mother didn’t make

as Rose did.

“Are you leaving?”

at him, huffed, and turned away, refusing

“I’ve brought the lady

foul mood. You made this mess, you fix it. But if you can’t

back to us. I’ve

us. Well, that’s on

in his pockets, mumbled

emotional intelligence of

with Rose, a divorce is in order. He can

as my granddaughter and find

I’ll

gave Morrison a fierce look and whacked him with

of

as Molly

leaving, Morrison turned around.

Staying

Morrison sighed.

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

you prepared for me?”

car’s trunk,

something in hand.

curious, walked over and upon

you’ve had ready for

awkward smile, “Yes… yes, it

thought I’d inevitably need

answer this time. Even though it was true, saying it out

a no-go. Silence was

frustrated, gave Riley a smack on the head,

you?”

chuckled, “So, are you going to

“Get lost.”

of snow and tossed it at him, then turned

towards the villa.

onion in his

regret.

What a waste.

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

having a juicy

dangle it over Mr. Witt like a carrot, half-threatening to spill the

good

disappointment, the object he

snatched from his

already turning

with an icy expression.

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

behind him that Riley was jolted

had begun to

Even Mr.

red.

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the onion in his hands, and a muscle twitched in

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