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

mixed into that? The spiciness was

Momson’s reaction and laughed to himself. Served him right. And to think, he actually

don’t like it, don’t eat it,‘ she said, concern lacing her voice Monson swallowed the popper with an air of indifference and followed

him a glass

arched an eyebrow, seeing her concern, and reached for another dish,

“Ub okay”

plates again, but Morrison intercepted the dish from Winston’s hands and slid another plate in front of

speechless at his action

with a faint smile on his face. And this one

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

upon hearing his words, Morison nearly jabbed his fork

Insufferable!

in

his fork

up at him, and he said with furrowed brows Don’t haven’t had my

you like it that much, I can always make more for you another time. Rose

and placed it back on the table, his demeanor

with a quest present Rose let it

with a sharp tap of

was Rose’s professional domain Every sentence she uttered every word 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

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dinner finally ended, Morison hardly spoke another word. Rose didn’t expect any help from him in entertaining Winston, so they left the table as it was and moved

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.

out, then closed the door behind him Morrison remained seated on

approached him Despite the evenings awkward moments, she was grateful he’d stayed

draped over the sofa armrest, was scrolling through his phone. He murmured a non–committal “Hmm” in response.

then she added, “If you really liked tonight’s dinner, I can whip

“Hmm” was all she

tracks Turning back to Morrison, she noticed he hadn’t moved an inch. As she recalled on his last response, she realized something

a subtle blink of her eyes, she had already stepped forward, urgently walking towards him with quick strides. She

out a low groan and slowly

aback by his pale, sweaty face Bending down awkwardly due to her bulging belly, she knelt and cradled his face in her hands, her voice laced with panic. “What’s wrong” Where does

with furrowed brows and eyes reflecting silent agony, didn’t seem inclined to

where

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

distress, Morrison finally muttered, “My stomach…

spicy dishes at dinner. Her worry quickly blended with frustration as she glared at him, her eyes welling

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

Only when he saw her near tears did he gather

calm down,” he said

tears brimming, looked up at him desperately Morrison, please be okay”

and the concern in her choked

tightened his grip on her wrist, trying to ignore his own discomfort. “Are you really that worried about

her lip “Let’s just go to the hospital”

still holding on to her hand “Rose, you

voice firm “Yes, I’m worried about you. I hate seeing you in

on, “Why?”