The Enticing CEO’s Chosen Bride
Chapter 1834

Chapter 1834

Chapter 1834

“But every villain meets their match, right? Everyone knows Morrison's heart belonged to Mona. So what if she's pregnant? Morrison still doesn't give her the time of day. She thought she was so smart and proud. Look at her now, trying to get the man with a baby. She got what she wanted, but at what cost? She's made her own bed, but it's the kid I feel sorry for. That child doomed to grow up without a father's love."

“Pfft. Now that you mention it. Hey, why hasn't Mona shown up yet?"

“What? Is Mona coming?"

“Yeah, she's in R City. Just got back recently. She was in a car crash and ended up in the same hospital as Morrison, right over his birthday. How could she not show up?"

"True. She's probably just running late."

Meanwhile, Mona was just about to leave her rented flat when a stranger blocked her path. "Excuse me, are you Ms. Mona?"

She was startled, eyeing him warily. "Who... who are you?"

“It seems I've found the right person.” The man tipped his hat in a gentlemanly gesture, "Please come with me."

Mona took a step back, “Who are you, and why would I go anywhere with you?"

He looked sharp in his suit, not much older than her, and not the sort to mean her harm. His demeanor was polite, but no matter what, she wouldn't just wander off with a stranger.

The young man looked surprised, "Aren't you here for Mr. Witt's birthday party?"

Mona paused, "You are...?"

"lL was sent to deliver a gown to you and escort you to the stylist. Didn't you get the message?"

After a few seconds, her eyes lit up with realization, "Did Morrison send you?"

The man didn't respond, just offered a slight smile and stepped aside to let her pass, "Please, Ms. Mona. The car's this way."

Mona smiled back and let her guard down, heading towards the vehicle. She couldn't think of anyone but Morrison who would go to such lengths.

At Morrison's birthday party, a group of women continued gossiping.

“Just think about it, Rose's psychological resilience is impressive. If it were me, I wouldn't be able to endure being subjected to emotional abuse from my husband while pregnant and still refusing to divorce."

“It was obvious back in school that Morrison couldn't stand her. But she always made sure to flaunt herself in front of him. Once Morrison got a girlfriend, it became clear she was trying to weasel her way into his life, aiming to be the other woman."

“Now she's succeeded, hasn't she? She's the acknowledged Mrs. Witt"

“Please, ask anyone here, who cares about her title? Everyone knows she is just a joke."

"If it were me, I'd have the baby aborted and be out of here in a heartbeat. I couldn't stand the shame."

In the dim corridor, Morrison stood rigid, his expression darker and more foreboding than ever.

He moved forward, his tall figure emerging from the shadows into the bright light of the banquet hall.

The women spotted him and rose to greet him with smiles.

“Morrison, happy birthday!"

“Happy birthday!"

"Get out."

The women's smiles froze, their carefully made-up faces suddenly grotesque.

“Morrison, what... what did you say?"

“Yeah, did you forget us? We're your classmates, and we used to be friends with..."

Morrison's eyes narrowed as he stepped closer, his aura of menace crashing down upon them. “Rose is my wife. Whatever you think of her, it's not your place to gossip or judge. This is the last time I'll say it: leave now!"

His roar sent the women scrambling, their demeanour crumbling as they ran out, tears streaking their makeup.

The security guards at the door, alerted by the commotion, arrived swiftly.

“What... what happened?"

“Throw them out!" Morrison ordered, his anger unmasked.

The women scurried away, humiliated and crying, while the guards hesitated before following them out.

Megan and Molly stood by Morrison, watching his fury. Megan snorted.

“All this should've settled with time, but you've just fanned the flames, putting Rose back in the spotlight. Do you think their words are all that's been said.

Do you think they're the only ones mocking her? With the help of the Internet, do you have any idea of the nastier things being said about Rose.

"If you hadn't been so foolish and let things escalate, none of this would've happened. What right do you have to be angry, Morrison? All of this is on you. Ask yourself, how did Rose end up pregnant? Do you realize why someone as proud as her resorted to marrying you through these means.

“Do you understand at all? Why do you keep hurting her like this? How many times can Rose's heart break before it's too much?"

Megan's voice was filled with emotion, her grip on her walking stick trembling with force.

Morrison's stern face twisted with conflicting emotions. He knew the rumors that had surrounded their marriage.

Using a child to marry him... Yet, that was how their marriage began, it wasn't alie.

He blamed her for the consequences of her actions, but he hadn't anticipated the fallout to be so extensive.

Not just those women, but others, even across the internet were criticizing her.

“Emotional abuse...

“A child doomed to grow up without a father's love.."

“The other woman rising to the top..."

“Everyone knows that Mrs. Witt is just a running joke in this town, right?"

"If it were me, I'd get rid of the baby without a second thought and skip town.."

Morrison's nerves jangled like snapped guitar strings, his head pounding with a throbbing pain.

“lf you keep on with this foolish charade, you might as well just divorce Rose and be done with it. Let her go, for heaven's sake, and the kid too—stop ruining their lives." Megan's voice quivered with a weepy tremble.

Watching Rose endure in silence from the day they married, her heart raced with worry and fear. She was anxious for Morrison to truly understand his feelings and treat Rose better. And she also feared the day Rose would lose all hope and give up on Morrison completely.

“Granny, I married Morrison because I love him. The baby is my only link to him, so I'm aware of what I'm facing ahead. This is my one shot in life, and nothing precious comes easy. I'll work hard to make Morrison fall in love with me, no matter what the pain or cost. I have to try, right? What if it works?"

“And what if it doesn't?"

“Granny, I really do love him. I can bear a regrettable outcome, but what scares me is the thought of someone else not loving Morrison like I do.

What if they don't take good care of him? What then?"

Before the wedding, she had a heart-to-heart with Rose, and these were the words Rose had said to her.

She asked Rose what she would do if things didn't turn out well. Yet Rose was still worried about Morrison. If that was not love, what was.

On her deathbed, her only regret would probably be this concern: that no one would take care of her beloved grandson as she had.

Such a girl, and what did Morrison ever do to deserve her? In the end, she’s hurt by him like this.

Morrison remained silent, and after a long while, he stood up and strode toward the center of the banquet hall.

His aura was fierce, making people instinctively steer clear of his path.

Molly, fearing he'd do something irreversible, quickly followed him. "Where are you going!?"

Morrison kept walking, not saying a word. Molly furrowed her brow, hurriedly stepping in front of him, blocking his way as onlookers cast curious glances in their direction.

Molly towered her voice, “Morrison, mind the occasion. Don't do anything rash. You made such a big deal of this party, and look how many people you've drawn here. Do you want to become an even bigger laughing stock?"

Morrison glanced at her coldly and brushed past, "I'll be back soon."

Molly, clutching the hem of her dress, turned and watched Morrison walk away. "Morrison!"

He didn't respond, just moved through the crowd that parted for him and left the building.

For about ten seconds, the grand hall fell silent. Then, a murmuring hubbub broke out.

“What's going on?"

“Did something happen?"

“He looks really angry."

"I don't know."

Megan slowly approached from behind, looking at Molly's worried face, and said in a grave tone"

“Just let him go. I want to see what foolish thing he's about to do. If he still can't see what's important and doesn't know how to make amends or hold on, then it's his fate. If that's the case, it might be a release for Rose."

Molly's brows knitted together, her expression sorrowful. "But..."

Megan just shook her head in resignation and walked away.

Molly pressed her lips together.

A release? What really counted as being released.

Rose loved Morrison so much, would giving him up be true relief.

If you couldn't be with the one you loved in this life, what was the point.

But Morrison... he really hadn't thought things through.

"Mrs. Witt.

People started to gather around, curious.

Molly put on a brave face and smiled. "I apologize for the inconvenience that the recent unpleasantness may have caused. Thank you all for your understanding."

"We don't mind, but is it okay for the man of the hour to be in such a foul mood?"

“It's fine. It'll be sorted out." Molly managed a gracious smile, as if the incident was just a minor hiccup, nothing more.

Since Molly didn't elaborate, they didn’t press further.

With Molly's assurance that Morrison would return shortly, things in the banquet hall slowly stabilized. Riley saw Morrison leave and quickly followed behind him to the elevator lobby, catching up just in time.

Once outside the hotel, they were greeted by a heavy snowfall. The car was already covered in a layer of snow. The snow was heavy, a rare occurrence in recent years.

Morrison, in his sharp suit, hadn't worn a coat, and looked far too thin for the biting cold of the snowy winter. Riley quickly said, "Mr. Witt, where are you heading?"

Morrison looked up at the darkening sky, the hotel's brilliant lights casting the falling snow in glittering white.

“Mr. Witt?"

Morrison snapped back to reality, his eyes reflecting the falling snow as he stepped down. "I'm going to find my wife"

Riley paused, then hurried after him.

The press conference had gone well for Rose; she'd completed her presentation flawlessly, even impressively. But as the Q&A session began, after a few on-topic questions about the new product release, the inquiries swiftly veered toward Morrison's birthday party.

“Mrs. Witt, today happens to be Mr. Witt's birthday. Is there a reason you scheduled the conference for today? Is there a connection?"

"Mr. Witt threw a big birthday bash this year, which clashes directly with the Spotlight Beauty product launch. Is there some other issue at play here.

Perhaps something to do with your relationship with Mr. Witt?"

“I heard Mr. Witt was hospitalized again recently. Could you shed some light on the reasons?"

Rose stood confidently on the stage, microphone in hand, her smile unwavering as she faced the sea of journalists. The ambiance was charged, not with exciternent for the company's latest product reveal, but with the buzz of personal scandal.

“And I've also heard,’ one reporter said with a raised eyebrow, “that Mr. Witt's only ex-girlfriend used to be admitted to the same hospital. You and Mr. Witt have kept things pretty low-profile these past few months. This sudden confrontation—does it have anything to do with that ex-girlfriend?"

A colleague from the company, looking slightly pale and perturbed, addressed the crowd from below the stage, "Ladies and gentlemen of the press, this is the launch event for our new product line. We'd appreciate it if questions could stay relevant to the company, especially concerning our latest innovation."

The reporters, however, appeared to ignore the request, continuing to bring up the buzz around Morrison's birthday bash and the Mona debacle.

Rose, the epitome of composure, listened to the increasingly indiscreet questions. After a moment, she spoke, her voice calm and clear through the microphone, “The reason we chose today is because it's simply the best time before the year's end. Not only is it the weekend, but it's also a time traditionally filled with festive pre-holiday spirit back in our homeland. And what better way to usher in the new year than with a fresh start.

“We're launching our new product line today to offer a solution for those who struggle with finding the perfect holiday gift—a gift that's both prestigious and elegant. Whether it's for your mother, aunt, sister, wife, girlfriend, or best friend, Spotlight Beauty's new line is the ultimate choice.’

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