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

And to think, he actually felt a twinge of sympathy for this

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

a glass of water,

an eyebrow, seeing her concern, and reached for another dish, “Rose, could you swap that

“Ub okay”

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

was left speechless at his

took the plate from her hands, with a faint smile on his face. And this one too”

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 night

upon hearing his words,

Insufferable!

two of them, reached for a dish in front of Marrison As she lifted

his fork

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

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

hers and placed it back on the table, his demeanor cool I prefer this

intention to insist, especially with a quest present Rose let it go

down with a sharp tap of

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 understanding of her Though the work

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him in entertaining Winston, so they left the table as it was and moved

million bucks. He’d stuffed himself with a 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,

then closed the door behind him Morrison remained seated on

she was grateful he’d stayed by her side throughout Winston’s visit. “Thanks for sticking with me

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

indifference made Rose pause, but then she added, “If you really liked tonight’s dinner,

“Hmm” was all she

of embarrassment. Rose was about to leave for the kitchen. But 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

him with quick strides. She placed her hands on his shoulders and gave him a gentle shake “Morrison, are you

a low groan and slowly lifted his

her bulging belly, she knelt

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

to me where

experience whatsoever Especially since it involved Morrison–his pain was evident, and it

her distress, Morrison finally muttered, “My stomach…

at dinner. Her worry quickly blended with frustration as she glared at him, her eyes welling up “You know you

ever, made her hands hesitant to move. After a moment’s

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

calm down,” he said

tears brimming, looked up at him desperately Morrison, please

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

his

bit her lip “Let’s just go to

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

met his gaze, her eyes red and voice firm “Yes, I’m worried about you. I hate seeing you in

pressed on,