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,

chill. “What I mean

something even more surprising

“What sort of things?”

forcefully and after a moment of silence,

you. I guarantee it’s

do it, it

furrowed his brows, “You

reason, I thought

it in the

—

Megan and Molly were

approach. Instead, they

waiting for him.

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

embarrassing things to Molly, and now he felt

the past few days

felt natural. Even his own mother didn’t make

as Rose did.

“Are you leaving?”

him, huffed, and turned away,

a schadenfreude grin, “I’ve brought

You made this mess,

don’t come running back to us. I’ve

embarrassing us. Well, that’s

in his pockets, mumbled a vague

out? With his emotional intelligence

is in order. He

granddaughter and find her a

her, I’ll

a fierce

“Out of

aside as Molly helped Megan

leaving, Morrison turned around. “Not staying with

Staying would shave

Morrison sighed.

the car carrying them drove off,

you prepared for me?”

then hurried to the car’s trunk, fumbled around, and

something in hand.

walked over and upon

is what you’ve had ready

an awkward smile, “Yes… yes,

thought I’d inevitably

time. Even though it was true, saying it out

Silence was akin

gave Riley a smack

you?”

Riley chuckled, “So, are you going

“Get lost.”

tossed it at

towards the villa.

his hands,

regret.

What a waste.

he didn’t catch Mr. Witt actually cutting

had happened was like having a

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

always good

as he was wallowing in disappointment, the object he was holding

from his

he found Morrison already turning on his

with an icy expression.

there, dumbfounded. It wasn’t until

was jolted back to reality, catching a

that had

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

red.

—

at the onion in his hands, and a muscle

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