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,

“What I mean is that since things have come to

more surprising

“What sort of things?”

throat forcefully and after a moment of silence,

something for you. I guarantee it’s a

to do it, it will definitely

his brows, “You

smile, “For some reason, I thought you might need

it in

—

arrival at the villa, Megan and Molly were

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

waiting for him.

car and hastily opened the door for Morrison. Morrison had

and now he felt

to the past few days with Rose, this was nothing.

Even his own mother didn’t make him feel

as Rose did.

“Are you leaving?”

him, huffed, and turned away,

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

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

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

up embarrassing us. Well, that’s on

hands in his pockets, mumbled a vague

intelligence of a brick? If he can’t make

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

granddaughter and find her a proper

cross her, I’ll flay them

Morrison a fierce look

“Out of my

Molly helped Megan down

were leaving, Morrison turned around. “Not

just irks me. Staying would shave years off

Morrison sighed.

car carrying them drove off, Morrison’s gaze shifted

you prepared for me?”

to the car’s trunk, fumbled around,

something in hand.

upon seeing what

what you’ve had

an awkward smile, “Yes…

I’d inevitably need

answer this time. Even though it was

a no-go. Silence was

smack on the head,

you?”

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

“Get lost.”

of snow and tossed it at him, then turned

towards the villa.

onion in his hands, shaking his head with a

regret.

What a waste.

Witt actually cutting onions, just knowing

having a juicy secret

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

always good

as he was wallowing in disappointment, the object he was

snatched from his

found Morrison already turning on his heel, clutching the

with an icy expression.

wasn’t until

him that Riley was jolted back to reality, catching

that had begun

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

red.

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onion in his hands, and a muscle twitched in