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

The spiciness was

reaction and laughed to himself. Served him right. And to think, he

fingers sweating as she observed Morrison’s subtle expressions. “Morrison, if you 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 it with a mouthful

a glass of

concern, and reached for another dish, “Rose, could you swap

“Ub okay”

the dish from Winston’s hands and slid another plate

was left speechless at his

hands, with a faint smile on his face.

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

forehead, and upon hearing his words, Morison nearly jabbed his fork

Insufferable!

in front of Marrison As she lifted a piece of jalapeño popper

his fork

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

much, I can always make

back on the table, his demeanor cool I prefer this

with a quest

a sharp tap of

on the That 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

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entertaining Winston, so they left the table as

ready for nothing more than a long blissful sleep.

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

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

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

pause, but then she added, “If you really

was all she

before she had taken a few steps, she suddenly froze in her tracks Turning back to Morrison, she noticed he hadn’t moved an inch. As she recalled on his last response, she

walking towards him with quick strides. She

out a low groan and

reacting to his attitude, Rose was taken 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

silent agony, didn’t seem inclined to share

me where does it

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

her distress, Morrison finally

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

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

was heavy and despite her efforts, Rose couldn’t budge him. Only when he saw her near tears did he gather the strength to stand up, taking her hand as

just calm down,” he said

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

aback by the sincerity of her worry, the tears in her eyes, and the concern in her choked voice. There was no hiding it, no denying the truth of her emotions.

his grip on her wrist, trying to ignore his own discomfort. “Are you

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

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

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

on,