The Enticing CEO’s Chosen Bride

Chapter 1847

Ever since he had confessed his feelings, he’d become a hermit of sorts,

spending most of his days tinkering in the kitchen, crafting all manner of comfort

food—from hearty meatloaf to creamy mashed potatoes—eager to please her

every craving.

If he wasn’t fussing over some recipe, he’d be pacing by her side, bombarding

her with questions about everything and nothing at all. The only time he ever

seemed to detach himself was to huddle in his home office, sifting through a pile

of paperwork from the company.

Nights were another story. They were tangled in sheets, his hands wandering,

as if he were trying to memorize every inch of her. And boy, did he run hot. In

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the chill of winter, she would often wake in a sweat, overheated from his

furnace-like body.

It didn’t take long for Rose to feel smothered. He was just too clingy.

In response, she threw herself into a slew of activities. Swimming lessons,

which Morrison insisted on teaching himself, were a success, and within days

she was cutting through water with the ease of a natural. He followed her, albeit

reluctantly, to prenatal classes. They went through the motions every expectant

parent did—changing clothes, swapping diapers, bathing—a whole new world

for Morrison.

Initially, he felt embarrassed, but once he realized he was just one of many guys

there, he relaxed. Sometimes, he’d even puff his chest out in pride when he

mastered a task quicker than the others, much to Rose’s bemusement. She

never thought she’d see this side of Morrison, but despite sometimes feeling

overwhelmed by his attentiveness, she couldn’t help but be touched.d2

He was changing, all for her.

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As her belly grew, so did the discomfort and mood swings. Morrison often found

himself on the receiving end of her unpredictable temper, subjected to the silent

treatment or an icy glare that seemed to come out of nowhere.

This passive-aggressive mastery was her weapon of choice.

Megan would swing by every so often, laden with nutritious treats for Rose and

a good-natured scolding for Morrison. According to her, he could do no right,

and Morrison, well, he just sucked it up and carried on.

One particular day, he made the mistake of leaving the bedroom window wide

open, and boy, did he hear about it.

“Ventilation’s all good and well,” Megan lectured, “but you’re practically

unhinging the window. What if Rose walks in and catches a cold from this draft?

Do you have any idea how dangerous that is for a pregnant woman? Do you

think they’re as robust as you, tumbling around like a bear?”

Rose glanced silently at Morrison, pursing her lips. A bear, really?

Morrison didn’t argue with Megan. Instead, he glanced at Rose and excused

himself, “I’ve got a pot roast in the oven. Better check on it.”

His expression was unreadable, perhaps a sign he’d grown accustomed to the

scolding.

him still carried a

his bed, now he

for a

she

to his culinary creation, having just sealed

steaming pot. His cooking skills had surged in recent

excel at it.

her. He held her hand for

eyes meeting in a

he

leaned in for a kiss, which he deepened, taking control.

embrace, he released her,

groped her waist and asked her the question

been catching so much

holding onto his shirt.

sorry for me?” Morrison

start taking it out on me

solemnly, “Well, I’m keeping a tally. Once you give birth, I’ll

on every bit of

in his eyes, which she

caught her

apple bobbed, and the hand on

again, his voice husky. “I have

months. This is unbearable…”

he had been

their last check-up not to overdo it. After an

basically canceled

not having acted sooner, and not taking full

their marriage. It would have been

and day, indulging

wildly.

her heart skipping a beat at his words.

restless.”

stirs me up?” he countered, his touch sending shivers

away

these things all

her lip playfully, “I won’t allow it. Wherever you go, I

you, not even a

softly, her hands unconsciously smoothing over

weren’t this horny

were out of reach. Out

leaving him without a shred of selfcontrol. How

front of

delightful aroma wafting from

she asked, leaning

love it,” he assured

eagerly. “When will it be ready? I can

wait.”

said, wrapping

together, watching the

widened in realization. “Oh no.

they were still here.”

need to come out. We won’t disturb your lovey-dovey time.”

from the doorway, her

them turned around to see

eyes fixed on

brings

stand being cooped up upstairs any longer. You two

want an accident happening

cheeks turned a fiery

You rascal. Keep it in your pants.” Megan,

scold Rose, so she turned and

mind.

together, feeling a

arguing with them now. Once they started,

just

with his compliant attitude, “Well,

by in the blink of an

can

to rib Morrison. She shot him

eyes filled with warning.

Rose

bowl of stew. Then she settled on the living room couch,

scrolling through

tidying up and sat beside her,

screen.

of that game of hers again. He

expressed his displeasure about

you love me

to do with them.

whipped did he have to

that comment, he couldn’t very well keep complaining. And he didn’t

After all, she was his little

she took the time to

her phone for a

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