The Enticing CEO’s Chosen Bride
Chapter 1840

Chapter 1840

If it weren't for the fact that someone had decided to pit her against Rose over the same dress, things might not have escalated to this point.

Mason arched an eyebrow and scratched his temple, with a sheepish expression on his face. "Hey, I was just doing a favor for someone."

Who would've thought that a dress-clash could cause such a drama? Indeed, that woman was just as the rumors had said—a real she-devil.

A simple garment had sparked this whole "bloodbath," probably all part of her wicked plan.

He shivered involuntarily. Terrifying, utterly terrifying.

Rose noticed Mason's words, as well as his subsequent expressions and subtle actions. She raised an eyebrow, a hint of confusion flashing in her eyes.d2

Doing a favor for someone?

When she first realized her dress clashed with Mona's, she thought it had been Mona's doing—like she was flaunting her victory.

She'd even worried that someone would make a joke out of the baby bump she was sporting. After all, a dress-clash was one thing, but with her protruding belly, it could become a laughingstock.

But now, it seemed the tables had turned in her favor. Who could be behind this?

Catching Rose's gaze, Mason lifted his head and offered her a small smile and a nod. She nodded back, smiling.

The hand wrapped around her waist tightened. Snapping back to reality, she noticed Morrison glaring at her with a furrowed brow. "What's up?"

Morrison pursed his lips. "Stay away from him, he's a creep."

Rose was speechless for a moment before retorting, "Have you seen the state your Mona's in? And you're worried about others?"

"What are you talking about, when is she mine? Watch your mouth."

Rose chuckled, shrugged off his grip, and ran her fingers through her hair.

"It's not now, but it was before."

With that, she glanced up at him with a raised eyebrow and casually wished him a "Happy Birthday" before turning and walking toward the exit of the banquet hall, leaving an agitated Mona behind.

"Where are you going?" Morrison hurried after her.

Rose didn't respond.

"Rose! You haven't had your cake yet."

"I'm skipping it. Sweets are just too cloying for my taste right now. Why are you following me? There's a whole crowd waiting to eat your birthday cake."

"The cake is right there, and whoever wants a piece can help themselves—I'm not stopping them."

Rose halted, scanning the surroundings before shifting her gaze to Morrison. "Are you sure you want to leave all your guests hanging like this?"

Morrison paused, turned, and shouted to Riley: "Order two more cakes, make sure everyone gets their fill, and thank them for coming."

The crowd was too stunned to react. This Mr. Witt of R City was hardly the type to make such announcements. Even Riley was taken aback for a few seconds before blurting out, somewhat bewildered, "Mr. Witt, are we really sending those tampons to Mr. Mason as well?"

Morrison glanced at Mason, snorted, and said, "Of course. Although he's a bit of a pervert, I'm still very grateful to him for helping Mrs. Witt out of trouble back then. A mere truckload is not enough to express my gratitude. If Mr. Mason ever runs out, let feel free to ask for more in the future."

Mason's lips twitched at the childish remark—it seemed the man would never let things go.

Rose, somewhat helpless, smoothed her forehead and without a word, continued her stride out of the hall.

Morrison quickly followed. "Rose! Isn't this a bit much? It's my birthday, and you're leaving early?"

Without breaking her stride, Rose turned to him. "This isn't the first time I've been acting like this."

Caught off guard, Morrison stumbled over his words. "I also don't really like that sickly sweet cake. I hate it, actually."

"Well, that's a shame because the vegan cream cake I ordered should be arriving at our place about now."

Morrison paused mid-stride, watching Rose's retreating figure. Grinding his teeth, he caught up to her in a few long steps and suddenly scooped her up from behind. "Ah…" Rose let out a startled cry, instinctively wrapping her arms around Morrison's neck.

As the world steadied, she saw Morrison's face close up, and in frustration, she smacked his shoulder. "You scared me to death! What are you doing?!"

Morrison took large steps forward, holding her in his arms.. "We're going home to eat cake."

"But you said you don't like cake?"

He grunted. "Not only am I going to eat cake, but I'm planning on devouring you with it."

Rose's cheeks flushed a sudden shade of crimson.

Molly shook her head with a mix of exasperation and affection. Megan covered her eyes. "Well, that cheeky boy. No shame whatsoever!"

Rose had countless memories of clashing with Morrison, but none were like this—so shamelessly rogue. And she found herself at a loss on how to handle this version of him.

"I never thought you'd be such a... a brat."

"Hmph! Thanks for the compliment. I'll be sure to continue, to embody the perfect brat."

"Please, have some dignity."

"Never."

Behind them, the crowd watched as the two of them disappeared into the distance, their hearts filled with complex emotions.

Meanwhile, Mona stood frozen, her face as pale as snow. Noticing her, people shook their heads.

"Mrs. Witt was right; she really brought it on herself."

"She could've kept it hidden forever, but she had to show up uninvited today and got exposed inside and out."

"It's embarrassing. If I were her, I'd want to disappear on the spot."

Molly watched her coldly. "Mona, I'll try to keep tonight's events under wraps. But I hope what you said is true and you will leave R City for good. Otherwise, it won't just be the Witt family that can't stand you, but all of R City."

Mona, who had been standing rigid as a statue, finally turned her gaze to Molly with a flicker of emotion.

Molly, her expression icy, offered a smile devoid of warmth. "Would you like a piece of cake?"

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Before leaving the hotel, Morrison fetched Rose's coat from the concierge, gently draping it over her shoulders. He had intended to carry her out into the snowy night, but Rose resisted.

"I can walk by myself, there's snow outside."

Morrison, however, insisted and took her hand, leading her out of the hotel.

The snow was still falling, blanketing the ground in a thick, glistening layer that sparkled under the hotel's lights—a sight of pure winter wonder.

Rose paused at the entrance, silently gazing into the snowy expanse, her hand eventually slipping from Morrison's as she lifted her dress slightly and stepped into the snow.

"Rose."

Her silence was unfamiliar, and Morrison hesitated to press further, content to simply call her name softly and watch her retreating figure.

In the center of the courtyard, Rose stretched out her hand, allowing the snowflakes to settle in her palm. Her white hair clip, the fluffy white pom-pom earrings, and her fair face seemed to blend into the snowy backdrop, as if she could vanish into the white landscape at any moment.

Morrison's hands tensed, and he took a couple of steps toward her.

Slowly, Rose turned to look at him, and after a few seconds, a calm, detached smile spread across her face as she turned her body slightly towards him.

"I don't know how many times I looked in this direction that night, hoping, getting disappointed, but still not giving up. I always felt you would appear the next second. Even a scolding from you for being late would have been fine.

"I don't know why I was so stubborn, feeling foolish yet still hopeful. Unfortunately, I never saw you come from this direction that night."

Each second was filled with anticipation, and before she could feel the disappointment, she was already looking forward to the next. Later on, she often wondered how she had managed to hold on back then.

Morrison swallowed hard, looking at her face lit by the lights, smiling up at him, yet somehow more heart-wrenching.

He walked up to her and embraced her tightly, "From now on, I'll never leave you alone again. From now on, you're the only one I want to celebrate my birthday with, and the only one I want presents from. Every holiday, every day, I want to spend with you."

Even in winter, a man's embrace could indeed be warm.

"If only you had been there, regardless of whether you disliked me, or whether Mona was your girlfriend, I might not have been able to resist telling you how much I liked you."

Rose's voice rose softly from his embrace. "Morrison, what would you have done if I had confessed to you back then?"

Morrison stroked her hair, "Had you thought about what you would do?"

"Huh?"

"Did you figure out how you wanted to confess?"

After a moment of silence, Rose said, "I had thought about it, and countless times since then."

Morrison released her and looked down, "Well, try it now."

Rose hesitated, her lips moving slightly, "Why should I confess now?"

Morrison's lips curved, "I'm giving you a chance to make up for your regrets."

Rose was silent for a moment, her gaze settling deeply on him.

"Morrison."

"Yes?"

"Happy Birthday. Also, I like you. I want to be with you, very much."

Morrison looked stunned, "Is this the start? I'm totally unprepared..."

Before he could finish, Rose suddenly pulled him down by the collar and pressed her soft lips to his. The light in his eyes flickered and danced.

Rose intended it to be a brief touch, but Morrison's hand on the back of her neck stopped her retreat. Her heart skipped, and she looked up, meeting his deep, dark gaze.

"You like me?"

Her eyes fluttered.

Morrison smiled, "But I think, I love you."

Rose's eyes trembled fiercely, and Morrison's lips descended once more. Intensely, relentlessly, he left no room for second thoughts or resistance.

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