“Have you heard?”

“Yeah, I have,” Morrison was particularly unwilling, but he still answered with a

reluctant tone.

Morrison cast a cold glance at Winston once again as he walked into the living

room, heading toward the direction of the sofa. A hint of amusement flashed in

Morrison’s eyes as he embraced Rose and walked past.

Just as Winston was about to perch himself on the cushioned sofa, Morrison’s

voice cut through the air, “You might want to take a chair instead.”

Winston paused, turned his head to look at Morrison, and decided not to engage

in conversation with this man-child whose immaturity seemed bottomless.

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Despite their limited interactions, it was clear to Winston that the man’s childish

simplicity was glaringly obvious. He knew Morrison had more to say.

Sure enough, Morrison chuckled the next moment, “We just had a little romp on

that couch. You can sit if it doesn’t bother you.”d2

A twitch crept across Winston’s mouth as his eyes involuntarily scanned the

sofa. Tastefully adorned with a blue slipcover, it looked neat—something he was

certain Rose had managed alone. The feminine touch, he thought, was not

something Morrison could muster, nor would he believe it otherwise.

But despite the neat appearance, the faintly raised wrinkles in the center of the

sofa were enough to make his eyes sting. And the sight of Rose, blushing and at

a loss for where to place her gaze, confirmed Morrison’s juvenile insinuations

were likely true.

His hand clenched and unclenched in his pocket as a stifled breath caught in his

chest. He was irked by Morrison’s unexpected jab, feeling a blockage in his

heart.

Watching Morrison’s smug satisfaction, Winston fought to regain his composure,

his face slowly easing into a smile.

He made his way to a nearby armchair, sitting down with a casual cross of his

legs that flaunted his carefree demeanor.

“Did I interrupt something?” he asked smoothly.

Morrison’s face, still wearing a hint of a smirk, suddenly darkened. “Since you’ve

dropped off the dog, you may leave.” Morrison spat.

Winston chuckled softly, “That reaction… did I really interrupt you two?”

sighed with resignation, “Winston, please

her, “Really, Rose? Don’t tell me this man made a

media, showed off your love, whispered

you’re lost in the charm

His

accurate.

anything

sure the coverage on me

more extensive.”

Morrison’s

really think you’ve had it

few years?”

raised an eyebrow, his gaze still

Rose.”

“It seems that you’re

really decided to be with him? You’ve forgiven everything he’s

who can make one

the pattern with

it. You don’t have to be stuck

said, “You better leave before something happens

No man would talk about me like that in my presence and get

with it.”

was calm and deliberate, “Empty promises from

the saint

sooner than you

throbbed with

and without

Winston was right. She was fixated on Morrison, a

and backbone.

Winston called her name

him with an innocent

that way.”

frustration as he

speaking softly, “Fine. If that’s your

who am I to argue? I’ve always

for your kind

more visibly, but Rose

preventing him from moving.

on the fire, “I’ve expressed my

and as long

But remember, if you ever

take you away, no matter what

stiffen, she worried

desperate eye contact with

chose to ignore

his final words and took a deep

exit, “Now that Moon is home, I’ll handle the

for the apartment.”

at her with a softness

to cradle her forehead and gently placing a

wish you

stood frozen, taken aback, unable to respond for a long

the room, Morrison

so he lunged at

only to miss

you jerk. Don’t you dare leave. I’ll tear you apart!”

through clenched teeth.

with

are? Why complicate matters unnecessarily when they can

simple?”

pointed an

here!”

derisively. “Why would I

ground audibly

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