“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 provoking

Rose? Don’t tell me this

front of the media, showed

and you’re lost

momentarily speechless. His words

accurate.

such gestures can win you over, anything

I’m sure the coverage on me would be

more extensive.”

lip, sensing Morrison’s mood worsening.

do you really think you’ve had it too easy these

few years?”

still fixed on Rose, “Answer

Rose.”

seems

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

one mistake can make

pattern with men?

have

better leave before something happens that

would talk about me like that in

with it.”

deliberate, “Empty promises

Don’t try to act the saint now, Morrison,

yourself sooner than you

temples throbbed with

chastised and without a word to say. What could

right. She was fixated on Morrison,

and backbone.

called her

at him with an innocent and pitiful expression, “It

that way.”

frustration as he

that’s your choice,

your foolish decision, who

for your kind of

but Rose held onto his arm

preventing him from moving.

fuel on the fire, “I’ve

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

you ever find

take you away, no matter what it

arm stiffen, she worried she might not be able

back much longer. She made desperate eye contact with

but chose to ignore

his final words and took

Moon is

for the apartment.”

approached Rose, he gazed down at her with a softness in

to cradle her forehead and gently placing

wish

taken aback, unable

side of the room, Morrison

Rose’s embrace, so he lunged

miss as

Don’t you dare leave. I’ll tear

through clenched teeth.

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

matters unnecessarily when

simple?”

holding Rose, pointed an accusing finger

here!”

“Why would

teeth ground audibly

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