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

earth had he mixed into that? The spiciness was one

right. And to think, he actually felt

it,‘ she said, concern lacing her voice Monson swallowed the popper with an air of indifference and followed it

poured him a glass of

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

“Ub okay”

again, but Morrison intercepted the dish from Winston’s

left speechless at his

hands, with a faint smile on his face. And

exchange 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

his words, Morison nearly jabbed his

Insufferable!

for a dish in

his fork

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

I can always make more for you another time.

back on the table, his

especially with a quest present Rose let it

down with a

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 understanding

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The minute

in entertaining Winston, so they

a fool of Morrison, and was ready for nothing more than a long blissful sleep. It had been

behind him Morrison

pressed her lips firmly together as she approached him Despite the evenings awkward moments, she was grateful he’d stayed by her side

was scrolling through his phone. He murmured a non–committal “Hmm” in response.

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

was all

Rose was about to leave for the kitchen. But before she had taken a few steps, she suddenly froze in her tracks Turning

her eyes, she had already stepped forward, urgently walking towards him with quick strides. She placed her hands on his

let out a low groan and slowly lifted his head.

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

me where

a loss: Facing such an unexpected situation, she had no experience whatsoever Especially since

distress, Morrison finally muttered, “My stomach…

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 food, so why did you touch those dishes? I have

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

her near tears

just calm down,” he said

at him desperately Morrison, please be okay”

and the concern in her choked voice. There was no hiding it, no denying the truth of her

ignore his own discomfort. “Are you really that

just go to the hospital”

holding on to her hand “Rose, you haven’t answered

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

on,