The Enticing CEO’s Chosen Bride
Chapter 1842

Chapter 1842

Rose looked up at him, standing there quietly, tears brimming in her eyes. "Weren't you drunk that night too?"

Morrison pressed his lips together, "Yeah, I was drunk, but not blackout drunk."

He paused, his voice growing softer, "It was just the perfect excuse."

Rose wiped away her tears and sniffled. "An excuse? An excuse to sleep with me without losing dignity and to shirk responsibility?"

A twitch flickered at the corners of Morrison's mouth as he looked down at Rose, sensing something was amiss. "I... It was a big mistake."

Rose arched an eyebrow, tears still on her cheeks, but her eyes were clear.d2

"As much as I want to forgive you, Morrison, the things you've done lately make it hard for me to just let it slide. It would be like I have no backbone."

Strike while the iron's hot! Now that she fully understood Morrison's feelings, it was time to settle some old scores. A little "revenge" was certainly in order.

Morrison hurriedly pulled her into his arms, "I can apologize. Anything you want, just don't bring up divorce anymore."

Divorce? Out of the question. She planned on "torturing" him for a lifetime.

She remained silent, and after a moment Morrison continued cautiously, "What can I do to make you forgive me?"

Rose pulled away, "Who said I was going to forgive you?"

Morrison frowned, "Rose..."

As he began to speak, he saw her eyes welling up with layers of hurt, glistening with tears. Snowflakes had settled on her hair, and Morrison reached out to brush them off, gently touching her cheek.

"Don't be like this. Just tell me what to do, and I'll do it. We have to get on with our lives, right?"

"How can I settle down and live with you after the way you treated me before?! Morrison, you went too far."

As she spoke, tears began to circle her eyes before falling down, shining in the light like the snowflakes from the sky.

Morrison's temples throbbed. He was suddenly contemplative about his future days, which seemed to be full of trials and tribulations.

"Alright, alright, let's not talk about this now. We can bring it up later, okay? Just be careful with the baby."

Rose cried harder, "Now you tell me to be careful with the baby. What about before? Morrison, tell me, weren't you too much?"

Morrison nodded, "Yes, yes, I was too much! It's all my fault."

"You don't sound sincere at all!"

Rose wiped her tears and then suddenly burst out crying again. "You really went too far..."

Morrison felt a headache coming on. Just as he was about to go and comfort her, he felt a sharp pain on his back. Then came a series of smacks.

"You were just fine, and then you turn around and got Rose upset. Ungrateful brat."

Unmistakably, the one smacking and scolding behind him was Megan.

Megan continued her tirade without interruption, and Molly went straight to the weeping Rose and put an arm around her shoulders.

"Don't cry, let Granny handle him."

Rose dabbed at her tears and glanced at the man dodging Megan's blows, then looked down again.

Molly gave Morrison a helpless glance and led Rose away. "Come on, it's snowing so heavily, don't catch a cold. You're pregnant, and getting sick is dangerous for you and the baby."

Rose nodded and allowed Molly to lead her away. Before leaving, she turned back for one last look at Morrison.

Morrison, seeing her leave, called out urgently, "Rose! Wait!" His tone sounded harsh in his haste.

"You dare to be harsh with her! You never learn, do you?! You brat, if you keep treating her like that..."

Clearly, Megan's slaps didn't bring much pain to Morrison.

The corners of Rose's mouth went up almost imperceptibly as she followed Molly out of the hotel courtyard.

Morrison wanted to follow, but Megan called out to him. "Stop right there. Morrison, you're quite the actor, aren't you? All that spiel at the event was a lie, wasn't it? You got bored and started bullying Rose again. She loves you so much, and how much has she suffered? You really have the heart..."

"I'm not bullying her!"

"Then why is she crying so hard?!"

Morrison choked, "I bullied her before."

"Hmph! You admit it. Do you even realize how bad you were back then?"

Morrison pursed his lips, mumbling an acknowledgment.

"Have you figured out how you're going to make it up to Rose?"

Morrison was silent. Treat her well, of course. But what kind of "well" would make her forgive him? That was the real headache.

Sensing his struggle, Megan huffed and walked forward with her cane. "Rose is exceptional, and there are plenty of men interested in her. She doesn't need you. If you keep treating her like before, I suggest you let her go sooner rather than later. If you can't give her happiness, there are others lining up to do so."

Morrison clenched his fists as he watched them leave but didn't follow. Standing there for a long while, he finally let out a defeated sigh and irritably ran his fingers through his hair.

"Mr. Witt?"

It was Riley's voice from behind, and Morrison turned to look at him, his expression stiffening before returning to its usual severity.

"What is it?"

Riley shook his head, "Just wondering if you need a ride home."

Morrison was quiet for a moment, agitated, with his hands in his pockets. "Let's go."

Riley sprang into action. "Alright."

As they walked out of the hotel, Morrison's pace was brisk. But just as they stepped outside, he caught a glimpse of the car carrying Rose and Molly driving away. He started to follow but stopped.

Sliding into the car, he couldn't resist the urge and whipped out his phone to give Molly a call.

The call connected.

Molly's voice came through, "What's up?"

In the background, faint sobs from Rose could be heard, causing Morrison to grip the phone a bit tighter. "Just drop Rose off at my place."

Molly paused before chuckling, "Which one's that?"

"Our marital house."

"She's really upset right now, probably doesn't want to go back."

Morrison's fist clenched and then relaxed as he took a deep breath, softening his voice.

"Mom."

Molly couldn't help but laugh, "Well, I never thought I'd see the day when my boy would call me 'Mom' so sweetly."

Rose turned her head curiously at the sound. Molly didn't hold back her amusement and switched to speakerphone.

Morrison's voice continued, "I can tell you're fond of Rose, so now's the time for you to stand with me, to help me cheer her up so she can keep being your daughter-in-law. You need to give us a

chance to work things out, not make it worse. It'll only make her feel more wronged. And if she's wronged, she'll take it out on me, and heaven forbid we actually end up getting divorced."

Molly glanced at Rose and smirked, "And what exactly do you want me to do for you?"

Morrison hesitated, glancing at Riley, who was driving, then lowered his voice, "Just talk me up a bit in front of her, will you? Say some good things about me..."

Despite his lowered voice, Riley couldn't help but twitch the steering wheel ever so slightly, causing the car to swerve before quickly steadying.

Rose blinked, surprised by Morrison's hushed request. Molly was trying hard not to burst into laughter.

Realizing what was happening, Rose's cheeks flushed with a mix of embarrassment and mirth. Did he have no shame at all?

Suppressing her laughter, Molly retorted, "Getting desperate now? Haven't we been through this sort of thing before?"

Morrison ran a hand over his forehead with a helpless sigh, "Yes, desperate. So, help me out, Mom, Granny. Bring her home."

"And what then? Her mood's terrible right now. If she sees you and it stirs her up more, it could affect the baby."

"But you can't just keep us apart. Anyway, I don't care, if you take her back to the Witts', then I'll just have to go to the Witts' as well."

Molly raised an eyebrow, "Since when did you lose all your shame?"

"I'll be wherever she is. You figure it out."

With that, he hung up.

Molly put away her phone, smiling at Rose. "Now you see? Morrison's serious this time."

Rose smiled shyly. Of course she knew that. Just from his antics at the banquet outside the hotel, the way he spilled his guts in a nervous, foolish daze, she knew.

She loved him enough to see that. That was why she decided to "punish" him a bit. Except now she realized there was no end to his shamelessness. Morrison was like a different man than before.

"So, where you gonna head to now?"

After a moment, Rose whispered, "Let's just go to our..."

She had just rented an apartment, but she didn't want the elders to know she had moved out before. She didn't finish, but it was enough for Molly to understand.

With a smile, Molly directed the driver.

In the car behind them, after Morrison hung up the phone, he pinched his brow with a serious expression on his face. He was trying to figure out how to face Rose without getting her too worked up or making her cry.

What a mess he'd made. Now he was genuinely scared—scared of her tantrums, sorrow, and tears.

She was like a hard to please queen. What was he to do?

Unconsciously sighing again, Riley glanced at him through the rearview mirror before finally speaking up softly, "Mr. Witt."

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