“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?”

with resignation, “Winston, please

Rose? Don’t tell me this man made a

of the media, showed off

lost in

speechless. His

accurate.

anything he

press conference? I’m sure the coverage

more extensive.”

lip, sensing Morrison’s

woman? Winston, do you really think you’ve had it too

few years?”

gaze still fixed on Rose,

Rose.”

“It seems that

with him? You’ve forgiven

can make one mistake can make

not see the pattern with men?

You don’t have to be stuck

better leave before something happens that can’t

like

with it.”

calm and deliberate, “Empty promises

to act the saint now, Morrison,

yourself sooner

throbbed with

stood by, looking chastised and without a word to say.

Winston was right. She was fixated on Morrison, a decision

and backbone.

called her name more

looking at him with an innocent and pitiful expression, “It

that way.”

as he took

If that’s your

who am I to argue? I’ve always

your kind of

more visibly, but

preventing him from moving.

fuel on the fire, “I’ve expressed

before. It’s okay, and as long as you’re happy, that’s

ever find yourself unhappy,

you away, no

felt Morrison’s arm stiffen, she worried she might

desperate eye contact

plea but chose

delivering his final words and

toward the exit, “Now that Moon

for the apartment.”

down at her with a softness

reaching out to cradle her

“I wish

taken aback, unable to respond for a long

of the room, Morrison could no

by Rose’s embrace, so he lunged at Winston with

only to miss as Winston nimbly

jerk. Don’t you dare leave. I’ll

through clenched teeth.

strode towards the door, turning back with

complicate matters unnecessarily when they can be

simple?”

an accusing finger at Winston. “You

here!”

derisively. “Why would I willingly take

teeth ground audibly in

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