The Enticing CEO’s Chosen Bride
Chapter 1846

Chapter 1846

"Have you heard?"

"Yeah, I have," Morrison was particularly unwilling, but he still answered with a reluctant tone.

Morrison cast a cold glance at Winston once again as he walked into the living room, heading toward the direction of the sofa. A hint of amusement flashed in Morrison’s eyes as he embraced Rose and walked past.

Just as Winston was about to perch himself on the cushioned sofa, Morrison's voice cut through the air, "You might want to take a chair instead."

Winston paused, turned his head to look at Morrison, and decided not to engage in conversation with this man-child whose immaturity seemed bottomless. Despite their limited interactions, it was clear to Winston that the man's childish simplicity was glaringly obvious. He knew Morrison had more to say.

Sure enough, Morrison chuckled the next moment, "We just had a little romp on that couch. You can sit if it doesn't bother you."d2

A twitch crept across Winston's mouth as his eyes involuntarily scanned the sofa. Tastefully adorned with a blue slipcover, it looked neat—something he was certain Rose had managed alone. The feminine touch, he thought, was not something Morrison could muster, nor would he believe it otherwise.

But despite the neat appearance, the faintly raised wrinkles in the center of the sofa were enough to make his eyes sting. And the sight of Rose, blushing and at a loss for where to place her gaze, confirmed Morrison's juvenile insinuations were likely true.

His hand clenched and unclenched in his pocket as a stifled breath caught in his chest. He was irked by Morrison's unexpected jab, feeling a blockage in his heart.

Watching Morrison's smug satisfaction, Winston fought to regain his composure, his face slowly easing into a smile.

He made his way to a nearby armchair, sitting down with a casual cross of his legs that flaunted his carefree demeanor.

"Did I interrupt something?" he asked smoothly.

Morrison's face, still wearing a hint of a smirk, suddenly darkened. "Since you've dropped off the dog, you may leave." Morrison spat.

Winston chuckled softly, "That reaction... did I really interrupt you two?"

Rose sighed with resignation, "Winston, please stop provoking him."

Winston glanced at her, "Really, Rose? Don't tell me this man made a public confession in front of the media, showed off your love, whispered sweet words in private, and you're lost in the charm again?"

Rose was momentarily speechless. His words were sharp and painfully accurate.

"If such gestures can win you over, anything he can do, I can do better. Perhaps I should call a press conference? I'm sure the coverage on me would be far more extensive."

Rose bit her lip, sensing Morrison's mood worsening. "Publicly confessing to a married woman? Winston, do you really think you've had it too easy these past few years?"

Winston raised an eyebrow, his gaze still fixed on Rose, "Answer my question, Rose."

She hesitated, "It seems that you're not wrong."

"So you've really decided to be with him? You've forgiven everything he's done to you? A man who can make one mistake can make more. And you're okay with that? Do you not see the pattern with men? The easier they get something, the less they value it. You don’t have to be stuck with him, you know?"

Morrison said, "You better leave before something happens that can't be undone. No man would talk about me like that in my presence and get away with it."

Winston's response was calm and deliberate, "Empty promises from men are worthless. Don't try to act the saint now, Morrison, or you might end up contradicting yourself sooner than you think."

Morrison's temples throbbed with anger.

Rose stood by, looking chastised and without a word to say. What could she say? Winston was right. She was fixated on Morrison, a decision lacking dignity and backbone.

"Rose!" Winston called her name more firmly.

She blinked, looking at him with an innocent and pitiful expression, "It seems that way."

Winston's face contorted with frustration as he took a deep breath, trying to calm himself before speaking softly, "Fine. If that's your choice, I'll respect it. Even though I'm angry at your foolish decision, who am I to argue? I've always had a soft spot for your kind of foolishness."

Morrison's veins pulsed more visibly, but Rose held onto his arm tightly, preventing him from moving.

Winston, however, poured more fuel on the fire, "I've expressed my feelings for you openly many times before. It's okay, and as long as you're happy, that's all that matters. But remember, if you

ever find yourself unhappy, I'll be there, ready to take you away, no matter what it takes."

As Rose felt Morrison's arm stiffen, she worried she might not be able to hold him back much longer. She made desperate eye contact with Winston, who saw her plea but chose to ignore it.

He stood up after delivering his final words and took a deep breath, making his way toward the exit, "Now that Moon is home, I'll handle the lease termination for the apartment."

As he approached Rose, he gazed down at her with a softness in his eyes, unexpectedly reaching out to cradle her forehead and gently placing a kiss there. "I wish you happiness."

Rose stood frozen, taken aback, unable to respond for a long moment.

On the other side of the room, Morrison could no longer contain himself. His arm was immobilized by Rose's embrace, so he lunged at Winston with his free hand, only to miss as Winston nimbly dodged.

"Winston, you jerk. Don't you dare leave. I'll tear you apart!" Morrison spat through clenched teeth.

Winston strode towards the door, turning back with a scoff. "Do you think I'm as foolish as you are? Why complicate matters unnecessarily when they can be so simple?"

Morrison, still holding Rose, pointed an accusing finger at Winston. "You come here!"

Winston laughed derisively. "Why would I willingly take a beating?"

Morrison's teeth ground audibly in fury. "Coward!"

Winston raised an eyebrow, "I'd be careful if I were you. Rose isn't you. She's carrying a baby now. If you're not careful, and she gets hurt..."

Before he could finish his sentence, he saw Morrison's fierce expression soften suddenly as he gently released his grip on Rose and looked down at her with concern.

"Are you alright?" He checked her over, his face a mask of worry and caution.

Winston sneered, "Now who looks like the coward?"

Morrison was too preoccupied to care about Winston's departure, pulling Rose to the couch and sitting down with her.

"Are you hurt? Did I harm you?"

Rose shook her head. "No."

"Are you uncomfortable anywhere?"

She shook her head again. "No."

Only then did Morrison breathe a sigh of relief. His gaze then fell on her smooth forehead where Winston had kissed her. His expression darkened, and he rubbed the spot vigorously. "Damn that Winston! I'll skin him alive!"

Rose watched his furious visage bloom into a smile.

"What's so funny?" Morrison grumbled, feeling wronged.

Rose stared at him intently. "Are you jealous?"

Morrison's complexion shifted ever so slightly. "Yeah, I'm jealous."

He said, rubbing her forehead again. Finally, he took out a wet wipe and thoroughly cleaned the spot before planting a firm kiss there.

"From now on, you need to protect yourself. Every inch of you is mine. No one else is allowed to touch you without my permission, got it?"

The smile remained on Rose's face as she playfully poked his chest. "So possessive?"

Morrison couldn't help but reply, "I can't be happy right now. I'm angry, and I feel terrible. And stop smiling. Does his kiss make you happy?"

Rose pondered the "kiss" Winston had given her. He was indeed a good actor. What a close-range feint; he'd fooled Morrison completely. He hadn't kissed her forehead. He had kissed his own finger. This was probably just a prank to provoke Morrison.

"You know, when I saw you with Mona back in the day, I probably felt just like you do now."

Morrison paused, staring at her.

Rose smiled, "But at least you can express it now. Back then, I had no right to be jealous. It was painful."

Morrison looked slightly uncomfortable, but Rose's gaze softened as she smiled at him. "Sorry, I keep bringing up the past. It's just that I couldn't have what I wanted then, so I now feel twice as happy."

Morrison pressed his forehead against hers.

Rose whispered, "Don't apologize to me anymore. I just hope we can live happily in the future."

Morrison pressed a little harder against her. "Yeah. It will be. Don't worry, I'll never give Winston or any other man a chance to swoop in, ever."

Rose laughed out loud. Winston had indeed become his sore spot.

--

Morrison's birthday bash and the Spotlight Beauty company's new product launch were the hottest topics online.

Everyone had speculated fiercely about Morrison's reunion with his ex and had mocked Rose's actions and outcome, but in the end, no one expected such a turnaround. People were blindsided, their ship capsized, and force-fed with an ample serving of PDA.

Megan and Molly sat at home, mouths agape as they scrolled through the news and gossip online, surprised that Morrison actually appeared at the Spotlight Beauty event and made such a speech. It seemed that gods had finally blessed him by suddenly instilling emotional intelligence into his mind. Otherwise, he'd have been a lost cause for life.

"Oh my, that rascal finally did something to make me proud. I thought he'd be the death of me."

Molly chuckled, "All thanks to Mr. Winston stirring the pot. Without him, that rascal would never have understood the meaning of a crisis, nor how much he truly cares for Rose."

Megan nodded vigorously, "Yes, Mr. Winston's timing was impeccable. But what's his situation now? Is he really falling for Rose? If so, that's not good. Rose is with our Morrison now."

"Maybe the lad's alright. He looks decent enough, and surely heartbroken. Maybe we should set him up with someone?"

Molly smiled helplessly, "Don't bother yourself with these matters. It’s all about fate. When fate comes, feelings will naturally follow."

Megan shook her head, "Maybe his fate is someone we introduce to him."

Molly shook her head in exasperation while Megan pondered. Suddenly, she clapped her hands together, her eyes sparkling with an idea.

“I remember Mr. Ross' granddaughter, isn't she about his age? She's quite a catch. I've watched her grow up since she was a little girl."

Molly heaved a sigh, "The kid is indeed great, but she's been abroad for so many years."

"Yeah, I heard she's in showbiz, too, right? I think she's a talent agent or something for a movie star, if I recall correctly. Can't quite remember who exactly."

"That's perfect, they'll have plenty in common. I'll give Mr. Ross a call right now and see when his granddaughter is coming back."

"Megan, these days young people prefer to find love on their own. Arranged meetings are kind of outdated."

"Just let them meet, and if sparks fly, it'll naturally turn into a love story, won't it? Hello, is this Mr. Ross?"

The phone call had clearly gone through. Molly sighed.

After Winston left, he drove himself downtown. As soon as he parked his car beneath his apartment building, he picked up his phone, which had been on silent. There were nearly a dozen missed calls.

The screen lit up again, and checking the caller ID, Morrison pursed his lips and answered the phone.

"What's up?"

"I'm coming back in two days. I've intercepted a lot of news about you. Can you please keep a low profile until then?"

"Sure. We'll talk when you're back." Winston's voice was nonchalant as he ended the call. He then grabbed his phone and stepped out of the car.

--

Clearly, Winston's "provocation" worked quite well. Morrison managed to push off almost all the matters in the company, only attending a few crucial meetings with reluctance.

For the most part, he was glued to Rose's side, accompanying her in every daily activity.

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