The Enticing CEO’s Chosen Bride
Chapter 1800

Chapter 1800

Chapter 1800

She knew she shouldn't be flirting with someone else's husband in front of his wife. A little harmless teasing was enough; the main goal was to make a sale anyway.

Also this guy seemed tough to persuade!

Morrison glanced at the array of bikinis, then at his wife. Without a word, he picked up a black lace bikini and tossed it to her.

"Just wear this."b2 Rose quickly caught it, her face flushing deeply upon seeing the garment.

The saleswoman raised her eyebrows, a mischievous smile playing on her lips. "Black lace, sir, you really..."

As Morrison's cold gaze landed on her, she quickly switched gears, "...really have a good taste. Black is very flattering for her skin. Sir, why not get a matching black one for yourself? It's conservative but definitely won't go wrong. Ma‘am, do you know your husband's size? Based on my years of selling experience, | think this size would be perfect. Don't worry, it won't be too small. It's a loose fit and has stretch"

Rose glanced at the men's swim trunks handed to her by the saleswoman, wishing she could just disappear into the floor. This woman really knew how to sell.

Morrison remained silent, pulling the blushing Rose away.

“Wait, you haven't paid yet.” Rose paused.

Rose reluctantly paid. Admiring the saleswoman's sales and reaction skills once more, she let Morrison pull her away.

Behind them, the saleswoman pursed her lips, murmuring under her breath, "He's quite handsome, but so reserved"

Morrison had led Rose to the outside of the women's changing room. "Go change. I'll wait for you out here."

Rose hesitated, then handed him the pair of trunks she hadn't even had time to bag.

She then pointed to the trunks, opened her mouth to say something, but ended up saying nothing and simply turned to enter the changing room.

Staring at the trunks in his hand, Morrison pressed his lips together.

When Rose came out of the changing room, wrapped in a towel, Morrison was nowhere to be found. She frowned, thinking he had left early, and followed the others towards the pool.

The pool was mixed-gender, and as Rose entered, she saw many people, some of them likely couples, frolicking in the water, seeming to have a great time.

This was Rose's first time here, and she didn't know how to swim. Watching everyone else in the pool, she didn't know what to do. She felt out of place and very conspicuous.

Inevitably, some men in the pool began to look her way. Her belly was covered by the towel, her hair was pulled up into a high bun, and her long, slender legs peeked out from under the towel. With her beautiful face, she already had a few admirers.

The coach, who had been standing by the side of the pool, saw Rose and approached her warmly. He was only wearing swimming trunks, his muscular upper body bare.

“Are you here alone, gorgeous?"

Rose's eyes lingered on him for a moment. She couldn't exactly close her eyes.

But she had to admit, swimming really did tone the body. His abs, chest, biceps, and V-line were quite impressive.

She nodded, then shook her head. She still had Morrison, right?

The coach smiled, "Do you need any help?"

Rose looked towards the pool, but she didn't see Morrison. “I'm looking for someone."

At that moment, other men had swum over from the pool, leaning on the edge and looking up at her. “Your friend will show up sooner or later. Why don't you come in and wait while having some fun?"

Rose shook her head, backing away slightly, her expression cold. “| can't swim.

"That's no problem at all, we can teach you."

The coach also chimed in, "I'm the swim coach here. | can give you a few tips."

"Rose!"

Before the coach could finish, a deep and cold voice suddenly sounded from behind.

Rose turned around and sure enough, Morrison was walking towards her briskly, his face sullen, dressed ina white robe. She immediately felt a sense of relief. "Where have you been? | didn't see you outside the changing room."

Morrison pulled her behind him, his icy gaze sweeping over the coach and the men who had been talking to Rose just now.

“What's your game?"

The men quickly swam away, not wanting any trouble.

The coach also waved his hands, "I just saw her all alone and wanted to help, nothing more"

Morrison's gaze briefly swept over him, then turned to Rose, his face still cold. "Did something happen?"

Rose shook her head, her expression relaxing slightly, “No."

Morrison looked at her clutching the towel tightly, her sharp shoulders hunched, her collarbones clenching and unclenching, and he couldn't figure out what she was trying to do.

That towel was just barely covering her bottom. And there were those men, with their lecherous intentions. His face darkened even more.

“Why did you run around?"

He was angry. He had just left to make some arrangements, and when he returned, she was gone. He waited outside the changing room for a while, and when he finally asked a woman coming out of it, he found out that she wasn't there. He had never pleaded with anyone like this before.

Rose also frowned, “You weren't outside when | came out"

She was angry, her beautiful brows coming together, her eyes full of reproach.

Morrison took a deep breath, his gaze falling to her feet. "Scooch."

Rose pursed her lips, stubbornly refusing to follow Morrison's orders.

Morrison was irritated. "Don't you see the water all over the floor? Aren't you afraid of slipping?!"

Rose's eyes widened as if she had been stung, and she quickly looked down at her feet. There was indeed a lot of water around the edge of the pool. She had heard about numerous slipping accidents at pools, but since she was unfamiliar with this environment, she didn't think to be careful.

Morrison nudged her and she quickly shuffled inside with baby steps.

Realizing the detailed attention Morrison paid and the way she made him fume with exasperation, she couldn't help but glance at him timidly. “Is this okay?” Her soft, pleasing tone was as comforting as a warm, fluffy cinnamon roll fresh out of the oven.

Who could imagine that this brash, arrogant woman with a disregard for others could have such a side?

Morrison was caught between frustration and amusement. He quickly stepped forward, hooking an arm around her, and headed out.

Rose followed with tiny steps, clutching her towel tightly, “Aren't we going swimming?"

She was genuinely interested in getting a good look at Morrison's physique. It would be a waste to miss such an opportunity.

Morrison remained silent, and Rose continued to negotiate, “We've come all this way, wouldn't it be a shame to turn back now. Look, we even bought swimsuits, are we really going back?"

Suddenly, Morrison halted, turning to look at her. His gaze slid from her face to her shoulders, and then to her long, fair legs beneath her towel.

Caught off guard, Rose clutched her towel tighter, stepping back a few paces. “What are you looking at?"

Her tone was forced, her legs squeezed together.

Morrison squinted his eyes, his expression not improving, as he pulled her into the elevator.

He pressed the button for the top floor.

Rose blinked, “Aren't we leaving?"

Morrison's lips pressed into a thin line, not wanting to engage in conversation with this woman.

She infuriated him. Not only had she dashed into a mixed-gender swimming pool, attracting a crowd of men, but she had also dared to stand up to him.

The more he thought about it, the angrier he got. Through the elevator mirror, he saw Rose fussing with her towel, completely oblivious to his mood. This thoughtless woman, did she not know how to read people's emotions?

Taking a deep breath, Morrison suddenly turned to her.

Rose was startled, “What are you doing?"

Damn woman. She was clueless about everything.

Morrison gritted his teeth, “Who gave you the right to run around like that."

His anger was suffocating him.

Rose's features contorted. Had this man had enough? “I wouldn't exactly call it running around. Isn't it natural to look for a swimming pool in a swimming complex? Besides, who said you could break our agreement and not wait for me at the entrance?"

Morrison's face darkened, his mood sour. Rose realized this and gently patted his shoulder, “Don’t be angry. It's not a big deal. My bad, alright? You're not being very forgiving. Anyway, it's all in the

past now. Don't get so worked up. You're in your prime, and it’s not good for your health to be so hot-tempered. You might not feel it now, but beware of the long-term effects."

Morrison's face tightened further. He grabbed the hand resting on his shoulder, pushing it against the wall behind her. His body swiftly closed the distance, pressing against her protruding belly.

His breath was close, filled with intense anger. Rose's breath hitched. Looking up at him, she stammered, “What...what are you suddenly..."

“Suddenly what?! You're just too obtuse."

With that, he ripped off her towel with a swift motion.

“Ah!” She let out a startled cry, quickly placing her hands in front of her. “You...what are you doing, this is an elevator, a public place...ah.."

Before she could finish her sentence, she let out another cry. A sudden pain shot through her collarbone. It was a real bite, causing her scalp to tingle with pain.

“It hurts like hell!"

Rose was angry, attempting to push him away, but Morrison, after biting her, caught her lips in his own.

Unable to vent her anger, she decided to fight fire with fire, biting back at Morrison. She bit him back purely out of revenge.

The sudden pain on his lips caused Morrison's brows to furrow. His long arm wrapped around Rose's waist, pulling her into his embrace.

The two of them were locked in a fierce battle, neither willing to back down, as if they had to determine a winner. However, in the midst of their struggle, unexpected things occurred.

Neither knew who took the first step, but they both ventured into each other's territory, focusing on their tongues. Back and forth their breaths intertwined, each giving as good as they got, heading in a different direction.

But this battle did not last long. The elevator quickly reached the top floor. With a ‘ding’, the doors slowly opened.

Rose was somewhat dazed. Hearing the sound, she pushed Morrison away and looked towards the elevator entrance. Seeing that there was no one there, she let out a sigh of relief.

Looking up at the man standing tall and unmoved before her, her face reddened. Her lips, swollen and moist from their battle, were a sight to behold.

Morrison was no better, his thin lips were also ravaged by Rose, and looked like they were bleeding.

Served him right.

Today, she had discovered one of Morrison's bad habits. When he was angry, he behaved like a pervert.

How bizarre!

Looking at her own bikini-clad body, she didn’t feel embarrassed anymore.

They had both behaved inappropriately. What was there to be reserved about? It would indeed be pretentious to act otherwise.

Without bothering to pick up her towel, she simply pushed past Morrison and left the elevator.

Morrison licked the spot where Rose had bitten him, his brows furrowing. How ruthless was this woman, his tongue was still numb.

He licked his lips, bent down to pick up the towel, intending to throw it over Rose, but from behind, he had a full view of the woman in the black lace swimsuit.

Apart from her pregnant belly, her figure was still quite good when viewed from behind, showing no sign of distortion. The curve of her back was so exquisite that it seemed intentionally designed to tempt people.

Quietly, he put away the towel. After all, it wasn't cold here.

Rose had no idea that the man she had been obsessed with for so many years was taking advantage of her after his pervert behavior.

Following the sign, she barely walked for a minute before stopping in her tracks, her hands covering her mouth in astonishment.

The large swimming pool surrounded by blue glass windows gave an illusion that the water was about to break through and gush out. The visual impact was indeed striking, as expected of a high- end establishment. Even she felt like a country bumpkin visiting a grand estate.

Turning to look at Morrison who was approaching from behind, she pointed to the pool and said, “There's no one here!"

Morrison snorted in derision.

Nonsense. What the hell was he arranging just now? Did she think he was selecting a bikini for her to parade around the communal pool for everyone to see?

What a numbskull, that Rose.

Rose sauntered over, the poolside lined with a complete circle of non-slip mats. She chuckled, cradling her belly cautiously as she took a seat by the pool, dipping her feet into the water.

The water in the pool was still warm. She quirked an eyebrow, joyfully wiggling her toes a bit.

"Get up.”

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