The Enticing CEO’s Chosen Bride
Chapter 1825

Chapter 1825

Chapter 1825

Winston chuckled softly, shaking his head. "That dude packs a serious punch. Must've had some serious training"

"He's the only son of the Witts, and everyone knows you can only truly rely on yourself."

Winston nodded, understanding completely. You couldn't have an army of bodyguards with you every second, nor could you trust everyone completely.

Nothing was safer or more reliable than your own two fists.

"lL wonder how many more times I can take a beating from him,’ Winston mumbled under his breath before cursing softly, "Damn!"

Rose looked at him, surprised. "What's eating you, playing solitaire with your thoughts over there?"

Winston grimaced, grumbling back, “Nothing"

Rose frowned slightly, watching him quietly.

Winston was genuinely frustrated. The escalating tension between the couple contemplating a divorce elicited a pang of guilt within him, even though he was just following orders.

It was clear they both had feelings for each other. Rose was open about hers, which made things simpler, but Morrison? The quy was as emotionally dense as a brick wall.

Did Winston have to keep taking hits until Morrison realized his own feelings for Rose? How dumb was Morrison, and how miserable did that make Winston?

This was just...

The more he thought about it, the more he felt shortchanged. Why the hell did he have to put up with this crap? He deserved an award for being the ultimate wingman.

Who else would selflessly take a punch, offering their face up for the good of someone else's love life? Damn it!

The more Winston thought about it, the colder his expression became.

"Rose, seriously, Morrison's emotional intelligence is so low it's in the basement. It's exhausting being with him. Dump him already. What do you even see in him beyond that pretty face? What's tying you down so much?"

Rose sighed, her voice tinged with regret, “I'll admit that I got swept up by his looks. In hindsight, there's a sea of handsome guys out there. I've got options: Winston nodded, "Like me, for instance"

A slight smile played on Rose's lips, "Well, you are the darling of the silver screen. Your face is definitely crush-worthy- Winston snorted, his face the picture of arrogance. "Finally, you're making sense. Go ahead, fall for me. I'll let you in on some of the perks my fans would kill for."

"Like what?"

“Anything, really. I'm not one to lose out. I took a beating for you from Morrison more than once. You owe me"

Rose pursed her lips, "What kind of compensation are you thinking about?"

Winston's eyes glearned mischievously as he suggested, "How about your heart in exchange?"

Rose raised her eyes to meet his, her silence stretching between them.

Suddenly, the hospital room door swung open. Morrison strode in with a frosty aura, his face set in a grim line. Rose turned to him, her forehead creasing ever so slightly. Before she could speak, Morrison pulled her into his embrace.

"He's waiting for your answer. What's the hesitation about?" he pressed.

Rose frowned, "That's a big decision. I need to consider my current situation before responding to such a question."

Morrison's face darkened, "Consider? Rose, what are you playing at?"

"What else? I need to weigh my options based on what's happening right now"

Morrison's face turned an ashen hue, "Are you trying to send him to an early grave?!"

Rose glanced at him coolly, "You could always try. What do you think would happen if you did send him off?"

Morrison's face fell further.

What would happen if Winston really died at his hand? It would be just like if Mona had actually been hurt. They'd be divided by a life taken, and what good could come of that? She would probably hate him for life.

Rose stepped away from his embrace and walked towards the bed, "You got hurt because of me, as my guest and key ambassador. I can't shirk responsibility. Tell me what you need, and ll make sure you're looked after.

It's my duty.

Morrison's frown deepened at her words, "What do you mean, ‘your duty’?

Don't forget, as your husband, I'm still a patient myself. You have not just a duty, but an obligation to me."

“A patient who can beat a perfectly healthy man to a pulp still needs looking after?"

Morrison glared, "Do you think I got injured for no reason?"

Rose smiled wryly, "You think it's my fault? If that's the case, shouldn't you be the one taking care of Winston, since you put him in this state?"

Rose continued, “So, at this moment, I must be the one who's surplus to requirements. It's getting late. You two sort yourselves out."

With that, she was already at the door, opening it.

As the door clicked shut behind her, leaving Morrison and Winston alone, an electric tension crackled between them. Their eyes met, and it was as if sparks flew in the air, silently clashing in an invisible battle.

“Just stay away from me. Being around you is bad luck."

Winston broke the silence first, his disdain for Morrison palpable. Why should he pay the price for Morrison's stupidity? The thought just soured his mood further.

Already disliked, Morrison's expression turned even darker.

"Indeed, just looking at you makes me want to finish the job. Expecting me to look after you..."

“Get out!” Winston cut him off, waving his hand in disgust. The idea of Morrison caring for him was laughable - Winston had plans to live a little longer.

Morrison glowered at him, "Consider this a warning. Stay away from my wife, or else, next time..."

“You'll kill me?” Winston scoffed, "I bet Rose would never forgive you. Believe it or not: Morrison clenched his teeth in rage, "Don't say I didn't warn you."

The conversation ended there, but Morrison couldn't contain his restlessness any longer, marching towards the door.

That woman, Rose, was too much of a handful. She actually had regrets?

“Crushing on Winston's mug? Really? And contemplating giving herself to him?"

The door swung open, and there was Rose in the lobby, waiting for the elevator. Morrison strode over, slipping his hand between the closing doors at the last second, forcing them open again.

Rose looked at him coldly. "Why are you not taking care of Winston?"

“I'm still a patient here"

Rose stepped out of the elevator. "Then I'll take care of him: Morrison grabbed her arm. "Over my dead body."

Rose frowned. “Morrison, this isn't the time for jealousy. Winston got hurt because of me, and he's not just a friend, but also my key ambassador. The product launch is just days away. Do you have any idea what kind of mess we'll be in if he shows up bruised and the press gets wind of it?"

Morrison's face soured. "He was flirting with a married woman. He deserves whatever the media throws at him."

“He deserves it? So are you basically admitting that there's something between him and me? If this scandal overshadows my launch, do you really think that's going to be a laughing matter for me, for you, or for the Witt family?"

Morrison pressed his lips together tightly, silent for a moment.

Rose tried to pull her hand free, but Morrison didn't let go. She looked up at him, and he seemed awkward. “I'm the one who hit him; I'll arrange for his care. Just don't go."

His last words were barely a whisper, filled with a mix of stubborn pride and vulnerability.

Asmall smile appeared on Rose's mouth imperceptibly. “Who knows what kind of caretaker you'd send?"

Morrison pulled her back towards him, causing her hand to slip off the elevator button as the doors closed.

"As long as you stay away, I'll hire the best nurse." His husky voice warmed the shell of her ear, flushing it red.

Rose blinked, only to feel Morrison's restless hand on her waist and his lips grazing her earlobe, his breath wandering erratically. She dodged him a few times before pushing him away, her face a mask of cool detachment. “Looks like Mona is okay: The mention of Mona caused Morrison's brow to furrow uncontrollably. He was sick of hearing that name.

“You don't need to worry about her anymore. I’ve made things crystal clear"

“Clear about what?"

The elevator opened to Morrison's floor. Rose stepped out first, with Morrison close behind. "That I won't divorce, and I won't be with her: A cold laugh escaped Rose. "If I were her, knowing you have feelings for me but feeling forced to leave because of another woman, I would be resentful.

You say you won't divorce, but perhaps she thinks it's such a sacrifice for you. She might just ‘help’ you out, so the lovers can finally be together."

“Who said I have feelings for her?" Morrison was getting visibly frustrated.

This woman always assumed things about him.

“So, who is in your heart?" Rose threw the question at him as she walked into Morrison's room, circling the bed to find her thermos.

She looked back at him from the other side of the bed. "Are you suggesting your years of relationship with her were fake? Then why did you obsessively seek her out while she was away? You tell me you don't have feelings for her, is that what you told her too?"

Morrison scowled. "If I said yes, would you believe me?"

Rose gripped her thermos tightly, "No. I have eyes. Besides her, which other woman could linger around you? Are you telling me that you don't have feelings for her, and you don't love her? Then who do you love?"

Her fingertips turned pale, her palm cold.

Morrison watched her for a moment, then turned silently and walked to the door.

Rose bit her lip, a flicker of loss crossing her eyes as she heard the “click” of the door locking. When she looked up again, something colorful arced through the air and landed on the bed with a "thud." It's a blue compressed square package.

Her brow twitched as more packages followed until a small mound formed.

Finally, she couldn't help but look up at him. "What are you doing?"

Morrison pulled out a handful from his pocket and threw them onto the bed.

The blue packages with letters stood out against the white sheets.

He didnt speak, just moved around the bed until he was in front of Rose. He began to strip her clothes away without a word.

Rose flushed, pushing him back. “What the hell, Morrison?!"

He was unrelenting. "Rose, you said I've been enamored with Mona all these years, yet, strangely, I've never touched her once."

He suddenly said, "During an age when it's so easy to give in to impulse, I held back. No, I never even thought of touching her. Does that sound normal to you?"

Rose stiffened, "What's so abnormal? Preserving her purity for the wedding night is a common thing, isn't it?"

“I just do not feel like getting intimate with her. There are no reasons and excuses."

“Or maybe you're just naturally abstinent"

Morrison chuckled softly, then suddenly wrapped his arms around her waist, lifting her and pressing her onto the bed. “Abstinent? You're wrong. Do you know what I think every time I see you?"

Rose's heart pounded as she braced her hands against his chest.

Nevertheless, Morrison drew closer, his voice a seductive whisper. "I think about how I want to bed you. And I want to see what expressions you'd make, and what your body would look like in that moment. You're dangerous, too tempting. It's too easy to make mistakes around you.

“You say I wanted to wait until the wedding night with Mona? But damn it, I want every night to be a wedding night with you. What do you make of that, huh?"

Rose's eyes shook, and her face turned a deep shade of red. He had actually thought such dirty thoughts about her, but every single moment, it seemed like he couldn't stand the sight of her, his actions always aimed to pierce her heart.

"Because you're a freak!"

“Yeah, you're right. I just wanna be a freak for you."

As he spoke, his fingers went to work, unbuttoning two more of the buttons on Rose's collar. His shirt, which hung loosely on her frame, became even more so when two more buttons were undone. He then pulled it over her head.

Rose struggled, “What gives you the right to treat me like this? I'm not a masochist. Back off."

“Damn it, are you an idiot? Can't you understand plain English?!"

Rose shifted imperceptibly, “How the hell am I supposed to know what you're trying to say!"

Morrison clenched his teeth, grabbing her wrists, his dark eyes boring into hers, “You really don't get it?"

Rose frowned in response, “You hate me!"

The veins on Morrison's forehead stood out as he cursed under his breath.

“Damn fool, I love you!"

Rose's eyes widened in shock, and before she could gather her wits, a sharp pain shot through her lips as Morrison's breath overwhelmed her senses.

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