“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?”

“Winston, please

Rose? Don’t tell me this man

of the media, showed off your love, whispered

and you’re lost in the charm

was momentarily speechless. His words were sharp and

accurate.

gestures can win you over, anything he can

call a press conference? I’m sure the

more extensive.”

Morrison’s mood worsening. “Publicly

you really think you’ve had it too

few years?”

eyebrow, his gaze still

Rose.”

seems that you’re

with him? You’ve forgiven everything he’s

man who can make one

pattern with men? The easier

they value it. You don’t have to be stuck with

better leave before

man would talk about me like

with it.”

and deliberate, “Empty

try to act the saint now,

sooner

throbbed with

and without a word to say. What

was right. She was fixated

and backbone.

her name

him with an innocent and

that way.”

contorted with frustration as he took a

softly, “Fine. If that’s your choice, I’ll respect

foolish decision, who am I to argue? I’ve

for your

more visibly, but Rose

preventing him from moving.

the fire, “I’ve

openly many times before. It’s okay, and as

if you ever find yourself

take you away, no matter

arm stiffen, she worried she might not be able

much longer. She made desperate eye contact with Winston, who

plea but chose

delivering his final words and took a deep

“Now that Moon is home, I’ll

for the apartment.”

down at her with a softness in

out to cradle her forehead and gently placing a

“I wish

taken aback, unable to respond for a long

of the room, Morrison could no

he

to miss as Winston nimbly

Don’t you dare leave. I’ll tear

through clenched teeth.

door, turning back with a scoff. “Do you think I’m

you are? Why complicate matters unnecessarily when they

simple?”

still holding Rose, pointed an accusing finger at Winston. “You

here!”

laughed derisively. “Why would I willingly

audibly

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