The Enticing CEO’s Chosen Bride

“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 stop provoking

Rose? Don’t tell me this man made a

in front of the media, showed off your love, whispered

lost in

His words were

accurate.

gestures can win you over, anything he can

call a press conference? I’m sure the coverage on me

more extensive.”

her lip, sensing Morrison’s mood worsening. “Publicly

Winston, do you really think

few years?”

his gaze still fixed on Rose, “Answer

Rose.”

“It seems that you’re not

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

make one

pattern with men? The easier they get

value it. You don’t have

“You better leave before something happens

would talk about me like that in

with it.”

and deliberate, “Empty promises from

to act the saint now,

sooner than you

throbbed

and without a word to say. What could

was fixated on Morrison,

and backbone.

called her name more

an innocent and pitiful expression, “It

that way.”

frustration as he

“Fine. If that’s your choice, I’ll

decision, who am I to

for your

but

preventing him from moving.

on the fire, “I’ve expressed my

and as long as you’re happy,

remember, if you ever find yourself unhappy,

you away, no

worried

much longer. She made desperate eye contact with Winston,

but chose to ignore

up after delivering his final words and took a deep breath, making

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

for the apartment.”

gazed down at her with

cradle her forehead and

“I wish

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

of the room, Morrison could no longer contain himself. His

embrace, so he lunged at Winston with

only to miss as Winston nimbly

jerk. Don’t you dare leave. I’ll tear you

through clenched teeth.

towards the door, turning back with a scoff. “Do you

as you are? Why complicate matters unnecessarily when they can be

simple?”

holding Rose, pointed an accusing finger

here!”

“Why would I willingly take a

teeth ground audibly in fury.