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

had he mixed into that? The spiciness was

Momson’s reaction and laughed to himself. Served him right. And to think, he actually felt a twinge of sympathy for this Morrison at the

don’t like it, don’t eat it,‘ she said, concern lacing

him a glass of water, still worried

concern, and reached for another dish, “Rose,

“Ub okay”

Morrison intercepted the dish from Winston’s hands and slid another plate in front

left speechless

with a faint smile on his face. And this one too”

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

and upon hearing his words, Morison

Insufferable!

dish in front of Marrison

his fork

with furrowed brows Don’t haven’t

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

hers and placed it back on

intention to insist, especially with a quest present Rose let

with a

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 before. Now with just a few simple sentences it seemed like he had gered a new understanding of her Though the work related conversation was briel, it was clear he couldn’t fit into their world, leaving him to brood over his indiceritable mesi ha

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The minute

from him in entertaining

more than a long blissful sleep. It had been a perfect day

escorted Winston out, then closed the door behind

evenings awkward moments, she was grateful he’d stayed by her side throughout Winston’s visit.

was scrolling through his phone. He murmured a

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

all she got

froze in her tracks Turning back to Morrison, she noticed

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

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

bulging belly, she knelt and cradled his face in her hands, her voice laced with panic. “What’s wrong”

reflecting silent agony, didn’t seem

where does it hurt?

she had no experience whatsoever Especially since it

Morrison finally muttered, “My

Rose remembered how he’d stubbornly intercepted her spicy dishes at dinner. Her worry quickly blended with frustration as she glared at him, her eyes welling up “You know

her hands hesitant to move. After a moment’s hesitation, she stood up, pulling at Morrison. “We need to get you to the

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

fine, just calm down,”

tears brimming, looked up at

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

to ignore his own discomfort. “Are

bit her lip “Let’s just go to the

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

pressed on, “Why?”