The Enticing CEO’s Chosen Bride

Everyone fell silent at his words. How many times had they endured such thoughtless remarks?

Ugly? How could he say something like that. The baby was the spitting image of his father, even if the stubborn

man refused to admit it.

Molly bit her lip, her eyes flashing with frustration as she glared at Morrison. “That’s your son. And for the record,

you were even uglier when you were born.”

It seemed that it was true, Grandchildren were more precious to the grandparents than their own children.b2

Morrison appeared unfazed by their collective outrage. He pursed his lips and looked back at the baby.

Where was the chubby, cherubic infant he’d been promised? Instead, there was this wrinkled, red-faced little

creature, features barely defined. How could this be his offspring?

He sighed. Well, ugly or not, the kid was his flesh and blood. There was no denying that.

As if sensing his father’s disapproval, the baby in his swaddle stirred. His tiny fists clenched, his mouth puckered, as

if he were on the brink of tears.

Rose, sensing the impending meltdown, began to rock the infant gently. She leaned in and planted a soft kiss on his

forehead. “There, there, sweetie. Mommy loves you.”

The baby cooed softly, nuzzled his head against her, and settled down.

Rose’s smile was tender, her heart full. No one else could understand the rush of joy, love, and wonder she felt at

that moment.

As the “ugly little thing” calmed down at Rose’s soothing words, Morrison couldn’t help but feel surprised. Was the

baby really that sensitive? Or was it just Rose’s touch?

He was still scrutinizing the baby when Rose nudged him with her elbow. “Hand me my phone, will you? Chloe’s

dying to see the baby.”

Morrison, though irked by Rose’s interest in Chloe’s opinion, reached over to the nightstand and passed her the

phone.

Rose dialed up a video call, and within seconds, Chloe’s face appeared on the screen.

“Rose…”

paused, teasing, “You weren’t waiting by

enough to joke was a relief to Chloe. “How are you

Rose replied with a smile, angling the camera toward the

infant, who seemed to be sleeping peacefully. Though his features

formed, there was an unmistakable resemblance to

leaned over Chloe’s shoulder, catching a glimpse of the baby on the screen, and

at him.

unreadable as he straightened up. “He’s not exactly a

to the screen. “Well, the baby does

heard that!” Rose’s indignant voice rang out. “He has gone too far. Chloe, you have to avenge

hesitation, Chloe nodded. “Of course, I will

wanted to hear her baby called ugly. Damon had crossed a

think your

call them ugly soon.”

as your kid. Genetics don’t

us.”

his teeth, but Rose cut in. “Stop fighting.

are bound to be attractive. So what if our son’s a

is gorgeous, I won’t worry about how

from Chloe, his face stormier

blinked innocently. “Little Moon. I’ve already talked to Chloe

in-law.”

voice was icy. “That’s not happening. You’re

chilled instantly, her tone sharp. “You don’t get a say in this. Chloe and I have already decided.

not up for discussion.”

startled by the exchange, reached for Damon’s hand. “Let’s not

control of her emotions.”

his anger, and tried to sound calm. “My daughter will remain

flared up. “You—

cry of outrage

Rose’s arms. “Chloe, look! My son’s so upset by your

and he’s woken

the baby who had been

curiously before fixing his gaze

feeling stirring within him. As a newborn, the baby did

on his daughter instantly soured his

eyes, no man would ever be good enough for

atmosphere was tense, a palpable sense of rejection filled the air

before him.

on the smartphone camera for a good while,

on

eyebrow, his mischievous side eagerly anticipating the impending meltdown. But after what

guy started flapping his tiny arms and legs, staring at the camera and breaking into

joyful grin.

was nothing short of charming and

mouth in surprise, “Oh my God. The baby just

feed was suddenly dominated by a “gigantic” head looming into

frame.

in closer, his face darkening as he witnessed his own son’s beaming smile. “Do you