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

And to think, he actually felt a

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

a glass of water, still

dish, “Rose, could you swap that smoked sausage casserole

“Ub okay”

exchange plates again, but Morrison intercepted the dish from Winston’s hands

left speechless at his action

from her hands, with a faint smile on his face. And this one

kept trying to 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,

hearing his words, Morison nearly jabbed

Insufferable!

in front of Marrison As she lifted a piece

his fork

with furrowed brows Don’t haven’t had

like it that much, I can always make more for

on the table, his demeanor

to insist, especially with a quest present Rose let it

it down with a sharp

meal. Rase talked to Winston about an upcoming product launch, hoping Winston would make an appearance Momegn remained silent 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

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Rose didn’t expect any help from him in entertaining Winston, so they left the table as it

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,

behind him Morrison

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

armrest, was scrolling through his phone. He murmured a non–committal

indifference made Rose pause, but then she added, “If you really liked tonight’s dinner, I can whip it up

all she got

her tracks Turning back to Morrison, she

forward, urgently walking towards him with quick strides. She placed her hands on his shoulders and gave him a

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

Rose was taken aback by his pale, sweaty face Bending down awkwardly due to her bulging belly, she knelt and cradled his face in

silent agony,

me where does it

was truly at a loss: Facing such an unexpected situation, she had no experience whatsoever

her distress, Morrison finally muttered, “My stomach…

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 food, so why did you

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

when he saw her near tears did he gather the strength to stand

fine, just calm down,”

brimming, looked up at him desperately Morrison, please be

taken aback by the sincerity of her worry, the tears in her eyes, and the concern in her choked voice. There was no

her wrist, trying to ignore his own discomfort. “Are you really that

just go

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

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

on,