The Enticing CEO’s Chosen Bride
Chapter 1832

Chapter 1832

Chapter 1832

Morrison was too angry to speak. He'd shelled out for the top trending spots, and now he had to remind her that it was actually his birthday that day with a grand gesture?

Ha! As if he could do something so idiotic.

The hospital room fell into an awkward silence.

Rose sat on the couch, her eyes glued to her phone, seemingly engrossed in whatever was on the screen. Occasionally, the murmur of male voices could be heard, which he mistook for some TV show.

After a while, he pulled out a debit card from under his pillow and tossed it at Rose. Rose picked it up and examined it, "What's this for?”

Morrison gave her a sideways glance, "You don't recognize a debit card?"

Rose pursed her lips, "I mean, why are you giving this to me?"

“A debit card is for spending money. Can you stop asking such dumb questions?"

“You think I'm short on cash?” Rose's laugh was faint, showing no interest in the card.

She truly wasn't short on money. Her family might not have provided her with much affection, but they never skimped on material things.

To groom her into a true young lady and then sell her for a good price, they had calculated this deal very thoroughly. Yet, she never rebelled against them for the lack of affection.

They wanted to groom her into a young lady, and she was more than willing.

A girl with looks, figure, refinement, knowledge, and elegance, this was also her personal desire. She wanted and anticipated this - to be a refined and perfect woman. Only then could she confidently appear in front of the man she liked at any time, making it easier for him to fall in love with her. Only then could she truly become herself.

Her desires were clear, so she accepted the Davis family's cultivation without question. They had their motives, and she had her own plans. It was a mutual benefit, nothing more.

And because everything had always gone so smoothly, she had never known financial distress. Now, with Chloe's help, her company was also thriving. So she had everything, especially money.

Morrison gritted his teeth in frustration at her words. For the first time, he realized how damn hard it was to win over a woman.

“You may not need money. But you need the money that comes from me, your husband.’

Rose raised an eyebrow but said nothing.

Facing her silence, Morrison added, "Keep it. If you want to buy anything, use this card. The PIN is...”

“I don't want it”

Rose suddenly cut him off, tossing the card disdainfully back onto the hospital bed.

Morrison was about to explode, “You...”

“I don’t want it. If you really want to give me money, just transfer it to my account.’

Morrison's face twitched, his lips tightened, and a vein in his forehead threatened to burst.

This damn woman!

“Who cares if it's old-fashioned when you've got money to spend? People would kill to have that.’

"I don't need your money. If I'm going to spend, I need to keep up with the times:

“Since when does a debit card embarrass anyone?! Do you know how much is in there? No one would dare laugh at you. The PIN is..”

“Mr. Witt!" Rose interrupted again, raising her voice, "If you really want to play the domineering CEO trope, please, get with the times. Even CEOs need to evolve. No woman likes a CEO who's a hillbilly. The young ladies nowadays are romantics at heart. Money is good, and CEOs are great, but a hillbilly CEO is a major turn-off"

The room fell silent, so much so that within seconds, Rose could distinctly hear the grinding of Morrison's teeth. She smirked slightly, "What made you suddenly decide to give me money?”

The grinding stopped abruptly.

Morrison remained silent, his face cold.

Rose pressed her lips together, "Well, since you're done with dinner, I should head home. You'll have a nurse to look after you tonight.

As she prepared to leave, Morrison, who had been silent up to that point, looked up sharply, “Try and leave this room, I dare you.”

Rose circled the foot of the bed, looking up at him. “Domineering CEOs aren't supposed to be unreasonable”

"I'd be reasonable if you were less stubborn."

"How does me going home to rest bother you?"

Morrison was silent for a moment, then said gruffly, "I'm bored on my own.

You have to keep me company.

He grabbed her arm fiercely, "Don't forget that I got hurt because of you."

Rose: “Jerk...

Rose didn't want to make a scene. In the end, she stayed, although she did step out to buy some fruit.

Concerned she'd trick him, Morrison kept her bag and phone as "hostages,"

only handing her a $20 bill, enough to buy fruit for the evening. He then headed to the bathroom to freshen up.

Rose followed to the bathroom door, slightly amused.

“Mr. Big Shot CEO, if I decide to splurge a bit, do you think twenty bucks is going to cover it?”

"Apples, bananas, oranges, grapes, cherries, and cherry tomatoes—that's all you've been eating lately. How expensive can it be? Twenty is plenty. And you can keep the change. I should be generous with my wife.” With that, he splashed water on his face.

Rose watched his back and slightly said, "You can hand out a million bucks to someone else just like that, but twenty dollars is generous for me?"

Morrison looked up, turned off the tap, and stared at her through the mirror, “What did you say?"

Rose arched an eyebrow, “Nothing. I'm off"

Morrison felt pleased that Rose was finally playing along. No longer at odds with each other, he settled on the couch and picked up his tablet to catch up on some work.

With him spending most time dealing with Rose, a backlog of tasks had piled up.

He was relieved she agreed to stay. He glanced at her bag and phone next to him, and considered the trivial $20 in her pocket - she had no chance of escaping. Feeling better, he finally settled down to tackle his workload.

The sudden knock on the door shattered the brief silence that had just settled in for a few minutes. Morrison frowned, a subtle irritation flitting across his brow, but he managed a terse, "Come in."

He returned his gaze to the document he'd been scrutinizing, now peppered with red annotations. Once he saved the changes, he lifted his eyes.

The figure standing before him drew his eyebrows together even tighter. His voice took on a chilly edge. "What is it?"

“Since you've been hospitalized for quite a spell, I thought it was only right to check in on you,’ Mona's voice sounded softly, accompanied by a subtle smile on her face.

Dressed in an ill-fitting hospital gown, she appeared exceptionally delicate and petite, with a slightly pale complexion, which gave her an unhealthy look.

However, her demeanor suggested that nothing had happened between her and Morrison the previous night.

Morrison remained silent.

“Morrison, we don't have to be like this. Setting aside our history as lovers, at the very least, we're old classmates and friends. I admit that I hadn't quite let go before, but laying it all out there clears

the air. You don't love me, and I can't force you. Everyone has their youthful and reckless moments, times when they are naive and ignorant about love. I can understand that, just like you.

“But friendship is cultivated over time. After all these years, I don't want to lose you as a friend. So, you don't need to put up walls around me on account.

“When it comes down to it, who are you, and who am I? If I really did something, I'd only be hurting myself, right?"

Morrison's brow remained furrowed. "So, what's your point exactly?"

After a brief silence, Mona said, "I won't be staying in town for Christmas"

He placed the tablet on his lap and squinted at her.

Mona's smile carried a tinge of melancholy. “You know, I don't have anyone to really lean on here. Spending Christmas alone always seems a bit too pitiful."

Morrison's lips pressed into a thin line. "Where you go is your business. Even if I were the president, I wouldn't have the authority to restrict your movements without cause."

Mona continued unabated, "So you needn't worry, I'll be leaving. But I saw the trending topic today, and you wouldn't mind me attending your birthday party, would you.

“Just as a classmate and friend. Consider it indulging a whim of mine. This is likely the last time I'll celebrate with you. After that, we'll live our separate lives, perhaps never to cross paths again. Is that okay?"

Morrison ran a hand over the tablet's edge. "Is that what you came here for?"

Mona offered a faint smile, "That's the main reason. It's not too much to ask, is it?"

“Mona-’ Morrison spoke softly, "l was clear last night. Rose is uncomfortable with you around. Given our past, it's not reassuring for her. I know where I stand and I'm sure there won't be anything more between us, but I can't knowingly provoke he.. She might not misunderstand, but there will still be a thorn in her side, and I can't ignore that."

Mona's lips twisted slightly. "So what you're saying is that I need her permission to attend your party?"

Morrison coldly looked at her. "I thought I made myself sufficiently clear."

The only response was the sound of the door slamming shut. After a few seconds of staring at the door, Morrison returned his attention to the tablet.

Rose came back carrying a bag of groceries, and outside Morrison's room, she encountered Mona.

Mona made her way over as soon as she spotted Rose. “Rose, let's talk, shail we?" Mona said with a smile, her gaze flicking briefly to Rose's belly. Though Rose wore a loose winter coat, the subtle swell of her pregnancy was discernible.

“What's there to talk about?"

Rose shifted slightly, her cold gaze resting lightly on Mona. Retrieving her gaze from Rose's belly, Mona smiled, "Morrison's birthday is on December 22nd. I’m planning to celebrate with him before I leave R City. I wanted to give you a heads up, so there's no misunderstanding if I show up at the party."

Rose's expression remained calm, a polite smile on her lips, "Did Morrison agree to this?"

Mona shrugged, “If he hadn't, I probably wouldn't need to inform you in advance. After all, I've never missed his birthday before, so now it might seem natural. Probably out of habit."

“tf he's okay with it, then I don't see a reason to object. It's his birthday after all, and whoever he wants to celebrate with, if it makes him happy, that's what matters."

Mona chuckled, "Just wanted to let you know."

Rose just slightly smiled. Mona’s words didn't seek her consent, and whether she objected was irrelevant.

“Do as you like."

“Just hope you don't mind.

“You, too."

Rose's smile was effortless and graceful, her demeanor serene and dignified—a reflection of her upbringing and the grace that was instilled deep within her bones. That wasn't something everyone could possess.

Mona's fingers tightened, making her own pettiness all the more apparent.

She offered a stiff smile in return.

Rose continued, "Is there anything else we need to discuss?”

Mona shook her head.

“Then you take care of yourself." With that, Rose strode past her into the room.

Back in the room, Rose went straight to the bathroom to wash the fruit, effectively ignoring Morrison as he put down his tablet and followed her.

Striking up a casual conversation, he asked, “How much change did you get back?"

“Two dollars and fifty cents."

Morrison scowled, "Two fifty, and you bothered to keep it?"

Rose didn't reply.

“What did you buy?"

“Pears- The faucet ceased its flow, and Rose, clutching two pears, turned to face him.

Exiting the bathroom, Morrison continued to nag her, "Why don’t you check the news while you snack? There's a lot of celebrity gossip online these days."

Rose circumnavigated him, settling onto the sofa, "Not interested in celebrity gossip."

"Look up a movie then."

“Don't feel like watching movies."

“Don't you get bored?"

Rose bit into a pear and shot him a weary glance before taking out her phone and launching a game app.

Morrison leaned over to scrutinize her screen, his expression darkening after a few seconds. "What game is this?"

“A a romance simulation game."

"Romance.’ Morrison's dark brows knit together, "You're dating four guys at once?!"

"I never really savored the experience of love when I was younger. Four guys, four different vibes— it's been quite enlightening to see which type suits me best."

Without a word, Morrison snatched her phone, shut down the app she was engrossed in, and deleted it.

"You..."

“Open your eyes and see clearly, the man who's perfect for you is right here."

Morrison pointed at himself.

Rose let out a derisive snort, “Yet, the woman who's perfect for you isn't here."

Morrison replied, "That's alright. I'm selfless and noble enough to make that sacrifice for you."

“Quite a sacrifice for you."

“Not at all. I'm easy to please. Just knowing you're chilling out on the internet for a bit makes me happy:"

“I'm perfectly relaxed right now. The internet's all radiation and eye strain anyway. I like it this way."

Morrison was pulling out all the stops to make sure Rose knew about his birthday. His name was trending everywhere, but Rose didn't seem to bat an eyelid.

Three days later, Morrison was discharged from the hospital. So was Winston.

That same day, Spotlight Beauty launched their new product line. Morrison's birthday bash was a lavish affair, inviting quests from all corners.

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