“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 stop

“Really, Rose? Don’t

media, showed off your love, whispered sweet

you’re lost in

was momentarily speechless. His words

accurate.

anything he

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

more extensive.”

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

think you’ve had

few years?”

an eyebrow, his gaze still

Rose.”

seems that you’re

to be with him?

one mistake can make more.

that? Do you not see the pattern with men? The easier

don’t have to be stuck with him, you

before

No man would talk about me like that in my

with it.”

calm and deliberate, “Empty promises

try to act the saint now, Morrison, or you might end

sooner than

throbbed with

and without a word

was fixated on Morrison, a decision

and backbone.

called her

at him with an

that way.”

with frustration as he took a deep

If that’s

foolish decision, who am I to

your kind of

more visibly, but Rose

preventing him from moving.

fuel on the

many times before. It’s okay, and as

you ever find

away, no matter

worried she might not be

made desperate eye contact with Winston, who

but chose to ignore

stood up after delivering his final words and took a deep

Moon is home,

for the apartment.”

gazed down at her with a

to cradle her forehead

“I wish you

frozen, taken aback, unable to respond

the room, Morrison could no longer contain

by Rose’s embrace, so he lunged

miss

leave. I’ll tear you apart!”

through clenched teeth.

with a scoff. “Do you think

matters unnecessarily when they can

simple?”

still holding Rose, pointed an accusing finger

here!”

would

teeth ground audibly in

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