“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

Don’t tell me this man made

front of the media, showed off your love,

private, and you’re lost in the charm

was momentarily speechless. His

accurate.

such gestures can win you over, anything

press conference? I’m sure

more extensive.”

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

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

few years?”

an eyebrow, his gaze still fixed on

Rose.”

“It seems that

be with him?

make one mistake can make more. And you’re

see the pattern with men? The easier they get

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

leave before

No man would talk about me like that

with it.”

calm and deliberate, “Empty promises from

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

sooner than

throbbed

without a word to say. What could

right. She was fixated on

and backbone.

called her name more

looking at him with an innocent and pitiful expression,

that way.”

face contorted with frustration as he took a

“Fine. If that’s your choice,

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

for your

but Rose held

preventing him from moving.

poured more fuel on the fire, “I’ve expressed

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

matters. But remember, if you ever find yourself unhappy, I’ll be

no matter

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

longer. She made desperate

but chose to

after delivering his final words and took a deep breath,

that Moon is home,

for the apartment.”

Rose, he gazed down at her with a

her forehead and gently placing

wish you

taken aback, unable

room, Morrison

he lunged at

to miss

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

through clenched teeth.

with a scoff. “Do you think I’m

Why complicate matters

simple?”

pointed an accusing

here!”

would

audibly in fury.

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