The Enticing CEO’s Chosen Bride
Chapter 1828

Chapter 1828

Chapter 1828

Morrison had reached his breaking point. The woman was growing more and more brazen by the day. Did she think he was invisible?

Stuffing a sandwich into his mouth and gulping down his coffee in a few swift swallows, he stood up, his face the color of thunder, and marched out of the hospital room.

By the time Rose reached Winston's hospital room, a small crowd had already gathered, mainly young women, all huddled around the small glass on the door, trying to sneak a peek inside.

“Seriously, it's really Winston?"

"Definitely, I almost bumped into him at the door. He's staying in this room.

“I heard he came to R City, but why would he be in the hospital?"

“No idea, but it looks like he got into a fight, his face and head seemed banged up."

"A fight? If the media gets wind of this, won't it blow up into a big deal?"

"Getting into trouble right after arriving in R City, if this gets out, it's going to be a sensation!"

Rose's heart sank at these murmurs, a bad feeling creeping up on her. An international movie star, in a brawl in R City and ending up in a hospital...

Scores of people were waiting for just one slip-up, and if this incident went public, it would be a devastating blow to his career.

Her expression darkened. All of this hanppened because of her, and if anything serious happened, she couldn't escape blame.

Hospital security and a few plain-clothed individuals, likely Winston's management team, started to shoo the crowd away, sticking to a firm "no comment" policy.

Once the hallway cleared, Rose approached the door, about to knock, when a familiar force wrapped around her waist, Morrison's familiar scent enveloping her.

She turned, finding Morrison beside her with a scowl, his arm possessively pulling her close. He grunted at her gaze.

“Incorrigible woman."

Rose was still brooding over the recent events, particularly that Morrison was responsible for Winston's hospitalization and the potential media frenzy. She was far from pleased. As his voice fell, she pursed her lips and elbowed him hard in the ribs.

Caught off guard, Morrison winced, his face momentarily contorted with pain. Rose shot him a cold glance and knocked on the hospital room door.

“Damn...” Morrison muttered under his breath, following her in as the door swung open. He was determined not to leave Rose alone with that man named Winston.

Winston looked particularly unwell, and the overnight nurse arranged by Morrison seemed uneasy. The room was also occupied by members of Winston's team. They greeted Rose upon her arrival.

Feeling a twinge of guilt, Rose asked, “Has the doctor been by? How's he doing?"

Winston's assistant, clueless about the true cause of his hospitalization, attempted a weak smile at Rose. "Ms. Rose, what brings you here so early?"

After all, she was the current "big spender, and with Winston's temperament, getting him to suck up to anyone was tougher than climbing to heaven. So, handling these patrons required utmost care.

Winston could afford to be haughty, but they couldn't follow suit. They didn't have that privilege.

Though they were well aware that their relationship with Rose was purely transactional. Without Winston, the Spotlight Beauty company's products wouldn't achieve the desired market impact, and sales figures would suffer.

But, as the party footing the bill, they had to handle the matter delicately.

Rose offered a faint smile, “Winston was hospitalized, and I had to show my concern. After all, I invited him to R City. If anything goes wrong, I can't shirk responsibility"

The assistant looked uneasy. "Ms. Rose, you exaggerate. It's Winston who's caused trouble that may affect you"

Rose didn't directly reveal that Winston's hospital stay was due to a beating from her so-called husband, which could spark media interest.

“What's important is that he's alright: “Fortunately, it's nothing serious. He should be up for our product launch."

“That's good to hear."

Winston shot her a frosty glance. This woman, the epitome of a ruthless capitalist, was first in line when there were benefits, but at the first sign of trouble, she'd be the quickest to flee.

Did she not understand why he was in this mess? She was clearly avoiding the real issue.

“Have you had breakfast?" Rose asked gently.

“Winston's a bit grumpy. He's not one for breakfast."

Rose glanced at Winston, whose complexion was particularly sullen, and was reminded of one of his absolute no-nos.

His morning mood was infamous. He used to put on a bit of charm for her, but now, not an ounce was in sight.

Raising an eyebrow, she remarked, "Winston, breakfast is a must"

He glared at her, silent.

“You can't fight properly on an empty stomach. Morrison had plenty just now."

Winston's lips twitched. Was she provoking him?

As if on cue with Rose's words, the topic of her sentence appeared before them. The assistant had no idea why Rose was bringing up a brawl and Mr.

Morrison when she was simply encouraging Winston to eat breakfast. He was utterly confused until he saw Morrison and promptly greeted him with a cheery smile. “Mr. Morrison, it's such an honor to have you visit Winston"

In R City, everyone knew about the power of the Witts.

Winston was about to explode from his assistant's reaction.

Morrison, with his air of aloof nobility, gave a curt nod and glanced at Winston. “As the ambassador for my wife’s company, it's only proper that I check in on him"

Winston was so frustrated. These two, Rose and Morrison, were as fake as]

they come.

His anger simmering, Winston's lips twitched into a smile when he took in Morrison's disheveled appearance. “Did you have a run-in with a vampire last night? You look absolutely drained."

Morrison's expression darkened instantly. Everyone turned to look at Morrison's face, and they stifled their laughter, not daring to make a sound.

“Rose has always been about looks, and with you looking like this, be careful she doesn't ditch you for a better face."

With that, Winston turned to his assistant, stroking his own face, “How's my face looking?"

“Winston, your face is always perfec. Even with the bandages and bruises you've got an edgy charm that’s hard to fault"

Winston smirked, satisfied.

Indeed, while the assistant’s words sounded sycophantic, they were true.

Even with a white bandage wrapped around his head and bruises on his face, Winston's rugged features exuded a wild beauty.

He was reminiscent of those rebellious bad boys from high school who managed to look even more appealing after a fight, the kind that left many girls’ hearts racing.

If it weren't for his status, there would surely be plenty of women vying for his attention, regardless of his injuries.

“Rose, wouldn't you agree?” Winston asked, turning to her.

Rose nodded, “Mhm.” As soon as she spoke, Rose felt a piercing cold gaze drilling into her.

Winston's mood seemed to have improved as he provocatively looked at Morrison, only to burst into laughter upon seeing his already sour expression worsen.

“Hahaha, Rose, I honestly think you could do better. Come on, open those bright, beautiful eyes of yours and tell me, who's more worthy of your affection? Me or him?"

Winston's words made Morrison's face contort with indignation.

The assistant nearly collapsed right there and then. What kind of otherworldly conversation was this? Implying a preference between him and Mr. Morrison for Ms. Rose's affections? They were a married couple, for heaven's sake!

What was Winston implying with those words? Didn't he realize the terrible social repercussions if word got out? Was he tired of his smoothly sailing career?

The assistant looked around the hospital room fearfully, noting only a nurse who seemed just as bewildered.

Caught between embarrassment and resignation, Rose glanced at the assistant but said nothing. Morrison stepped forward, pulling Rose into his embrace. Narrowing his eyes, he threatened Winston, “If you don't want to end up in the morgue, think before you speak"

The assistant gripped the footboard of the bed, legs trembling.

This was a clear yearning towards someone else's wife; it was no wonder Morrison was livid.

Those in the entertainment industry might seem glamorous, but they were also the most vulnerable. Every aspect of their lives was magnified, and a single false step could ruin everything. Offending a powerful tycoon could ruin someone's life in an instant.

Winston's personality was undeniably brash, but he had spent many years abroad without making enemies. He was freshly back in the country, and nothing had been settled yet. If a visit to R City meant stirring up such trouble, how would they cope?

“Mr. Morrison, please don't be upset. Winston was just joking."

Morrison shot him a cold glance, “I have eyes; do I not know when someone is joking?"

The assistant was on the verge of tears. “So, you should take it as a joke"

“Hmph-’ With a scoff, Morrison turned to Rose, “Are we done here?"

Rose looked at the assistant, “Are you sure Winston won't miss the new product launch?"

The assistant hastened to assure her, “I’ve confirmed with the doctors, and there won't be any issues."

“When I arrived, I saw a crowd outside. Have you prepared a strategy for dealing with the news about Winston's hospitalization?"

The assistant nodded, “We've informed the Public Relations Department, and they'll have a plan ready soon. It shouldn't be a big issue"

Rose was worried, but Morrison suddenly interjected: “And if the media starts speculating about Winston being a homewrecker, are you prepared for that?"

The assistant stumbled. “Mr. Morrison, Winston would never..."

Morrison chuckled coldly, embracing Rose as they turned to leave, "Who do you think put him in the hospital?"

As they reached the door, a thud echoed behind them; the assistant had collapsed to the floor in shock. He looked at Winston with a mix of fear and disbelief. “You... you didn’t really."

Winston, fuming from Morrison's last remark, snapped, “Bring me breakfast!"

Back in the hospital room, Rose was ready to leave. Morrison wouldn't have it. He blocked the door, giving her no chance to exit.

Rose stood at the threshold, staring at the man before her with a mix of exasperation and amusement. “Morrison, don’t you think you're being a bit of a bully right now?"

Unfazed, Morrison retorted, “I'm only a bully because you make me be one.

You're never content, are you?"

Frustrated, Rose shot back, “How am I not content? If anyone's causing discontent, it's you. So, in the end, it’s your own fault you’ve become a bully.

Maybe you've always been one."

“Ha! Morrison laughed mockingly, “Yes, I’m a bully. Is this news to you? And yet, you've loved me to this day"

“Who says I'm still into you? After all the crap you've pulled, why on earth should I be loyal to you?"

Morrison's face darkened. "You don't love me? Who do you love then?!"

“The world's full of good-looking guys! Plenty who are better looking than you. Why would I waste my love on someone like you, who's been nothing but a thorn in my side from day one?"

Morrison stood tall, his dark eyes locking onto Rose with intensity. "You... you dare fall for someone else after I've bared my soul to you? Are you telling me last night wasn't enough for you?!"

Rose's cheeks flushed a fiery red. "Shameless!"

"Shameless? As if that stopped you from having a kid."

Rose choked on her words. "Move aside."

“No way!"

“Childish, despicable!"

Morrison snorted. "Cut the act, Rose. You're crazy about me. Admit it. Would it kill you?"

“And why haven't you said anything all these years?!"

Morrison, "Getting bolder by the day, aren't you, Rose?"

"Then divorce me."

Morrison's brow furrowed, his expression turning rigid. "Can we not talk about that right now? I'm not in the mood for arguing."

“Then let me go home."

“What for?"

"To rest."

“Rest here."

“Morrison...” Rose felt helpless but was caught off guard when Morrison suddenly straightened up, reached out to envelop her, and gently kissed her lips.

"Stay with me, okay?"

She hadn't expected his sudden change of attitude, his endless kisses enveloping her.

She turned her head to dodge him. "You...

"lL can't stand not seeing you. It's strange, but I want to be with you every moment. Just be good, and stop driving me crazy."

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