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, please stop

Don’t tell

in front of the media, showed off

you’re lost in the charm

momentarily speechless. His words were sharp and

accurate.

you over, anything he can do, I can do

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

more extensive.”

Morrison’s mood worsening. “Publicly confessing

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

few years?”

raised an eyebrow, his gaze still fixed on Rose,

Rose.”

“It seems

be with him? You’ve forgiven everything he’s

one mistake can make

the pattern

value it. You don’t have to be

before something happens

talk about me like that in my presence and

with it.”

and deliberate, “Empty

to act the saint now,

yourself sooner than you

throbbed

by, looking chastised and without a

Winston was right. She was fixated on Morrison, a decision

and backbone.

Winston called her

an innocent and

that way.”

as he took a

“Fine. If that’s your

decision, who

for your

veins pulsed more visibly, but Rose held

preventing him from moving.

poured more fuel on the

and

matters. But remember, if you ever find yourself

no matter

she worried she might not be able to

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

plea but chose

up after delivering his final words and took a deep breath, making

that Moon is home, I’ll handle the

for the apartment.”

gazed down at her with a softness in his

out to cradle her forehead and gently placing a

“I wish

stood frozen, taken aback, unable to respond for a

other side of the room, Morrison could no longer contain

immobilized by Rose’s embrace, so he lunged at

only to miss as Winston nimbly

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

through clenched teeth.

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

matters unnecessarily

simple?”

holding Rose, pointed an accusing finger at

here!”

derisively. “Why would

ground audibly in