The Enticing CEO’s Chosen Bride

Chapter 1804

Winston calmly picked up his water glass, took a sip, and then proceeded to pick up other dishes.

Momson caught sight of his actions out of the corner of his eye, and a cold snort emanated from within.

Winston put another bite of food into his mouth, and his facial features suddenly twisted in response.

Damn, that was sour c2

Winston lifted his gaze to look at Momson, who was calmly eating his own dish, occasionally nodding in acknowledgment, indicating that the taste was good.

Gritting his teeth, Winston went for another dish Sweet, spicy, pungent, numbing and even some bizarre fusion of flavors Did Morrison drag the whole spice rack into the kitchen or what?

Winston spent the whole meal chugging water nearly flipping the table in frustration

Morrison, that stingy infuriating mani He clearly cared, yet he resorted to these underhanded tactics.

Rose stood up and dished out bowls of soup for them all

Winston watched the two of them take a sip before cautiously trying it myself. Finally, something that tasted normal

The strange flavors of the dishes made Winston’s bowl of soup disappear at an alarming rate.

Rose, playing the gracious host, was clearly pleased seeing it as a compliment to her cooking skills. She silently got up and refilled his bowl, placing it in front of him, “Eat

up

Winston could only stare, wondering if they were tag teaming to mess with him. Morrison across the table smirked in an especially taunting manner.

Narrowing his eyes, Winston twirled his fork and pointed it at the plate of spicy buffalo wings in front of Rose.

Td like to try that. Mind if we swap, little Rose?”

‘Oh sure

Good manners were key after all

She didn’t hesitate and started to switch plates with him.

Morrisons face had turned the color of soy sauce. He shot Winston a cold glare and as they successfully exchanged plates. Rose obliviously reached for the wings, and Morrison suddenly pressed his fork down on hers.

“What’s wrong” she asked, puzzled

He swapped his plate of dish with hers. “You eat these”

Rose turned to him, still confused “But these are spicy. You can’t handle it

Winston couldn’t help but chuckle from across the table, “What’s the matter, can’t handle a little heat?”

Momson’s expression darkened. I just don’t prefer it,” he claimed, picking up a popper and shoving it into his mouth.

The slightest twitch of his long dark eyebrows betrayed him

he mixed into that? The spiciness was one thing,

of Momson’s reaction and laughed to himself. Served him right. And to think, he actually felt a twinge of sympathy for

you don’t like it, don’t eat it,‘ she said, concern lacing her voice Monson

him a glass of

reached for another dish, “Rose, could you swap that smoked

“Ub okay”

intercepted the dish from Winston’s hands and slid another plate

speechless at his action

a

dishes with Rose, only to be thwarted by Morrison each time His face grew more thunderous with each attempt Eventually Winston looked down at the completely changed spread before him and said. Seems like we should have switched seats from the start Had so fond of my selections, I would have sat next to Rose

forehead, and upon hearing his words,

Insufferable!

of them, reached for a dish in front of

his fork

him, and he said with furrowed

I can always make more for you another time.

placed it back on the table, his

with a quest present Rose let it go

it down with a sharp tap of

camed her own flexible tactics it was the attitude and wisdom necessary for a company leader He didrit fully understand what Rose was like at work before. Now with just a few simple sentences it seemed like he had gered a new

1/3

The minute

him in entertaining Winston, so they left the table

feast, successfully made a fool of Morrison, and was ready for nothing more than a long blissful sleep. It had been a perfect day in his book, so he didn’t linger. After a short while,

door behind him Morrison remained seated on the

moments, she was grateful he’d stayed by her

the sofa armrest, was scrolling through his phone.

“If you really liked tonight’s dinner, I can

was all she

she suddenly froze in her tracks Turning back to Morrison,

quick strides. She placed her hands on

low groan and slowly lifted his head. “What?”

was taken aback by his pale, sweaty face Bending down awkwardly due to her bulging belly, she

and eyes reflecting silent agony, didn’t seem inclined

where does it hurt?

an unexpected situation, she had no experience whatsoever Especially since it involved Morrison–his pain was evident,

finally muttered, “My stomach…

Rose remembered how he’d stubbornly intercepted her spicy dishes at dinner. Her worry quickly blended with frustration as she glared at him, her eyes welling up “You know you can’t handle spicy

than ever, made her hands hesitant to move. After a moment’s hesitation, she stood up, pulling at Morrison. “We need to get you

her near tears did he gather the strength to stand up, taking

fine, just calm down,”

up at him desperately Morrison,

in her eyes, and the concern in her choked voice. There was no

to ignore his own discomfort. “Are you really

“Let’s just

move, still holding on to her hand “Rose, you

her eyes red and voice firm “Yes, I’m worried about you. I hate

pressed on, “Why?”