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?”

resignation, “Winston,

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

showed off your love, whispered

private, and you’re lost in

momentarily speechless. His

accurate.

can win you over, anything he

a press conference? I’m sure the coverage

more extensive.”

lip, sensing Morrison’s mood worsening.

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

few years?”

an eyebrow, his gaze still fixed

Rose.”

hesitated, “It seems that you’re

to be with him? You’ve forgiven everything

one mistake can make

pattern with men? The easier

don’t have to be stuck with him, you

“You better leave before something

me like that in

with it.”

calm and deliberate, “Empty promises

to act the saint now, Morrison,

sooner than you

temples throbbed

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

was fixated on Morrison, a decision lacking

and backbone.

Winston called her name

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

that way.”

he took a deep breath, trying

“Fine. If that’s your choice,

I’m angry at your foolish decision, who am I to

spot for your kind of

but

preventing him from moving.

on the fire, “I’ve expressed my

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

you ever find yourself unhappy,

no matter what it

Morrison’s arm stiffen, she worried she might not be able

much longer. She made desperate

chose

delivering his final words

the exit, “Now that Moon

for the apartment.”

he approached Rose, he gazed down at her with a

to cradle her forehead and gently placing a

wish

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

other side of the room, Morrison

by Rose’s embrace, so he lunged at Winston

to miss

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

through clenched teeth.

with a scoff.

as you are? Why complicate matters unnecessarily when they can

simple?”

holding Rose, pointed an accusing finger at Winston.

here!”

derisively. “Why would I willingly take

audibly in fury.