The Enticing CEO’s Chosen Bride

Chapter 1805

“What on earth did he eat tonight? His stomach’s churning out acid like a soda fountain.”

The doctors expression was a mix of stern and dour clearly annoyed by the patient’s reckless disregard for his own well being

As a doctor, the most common encounters were either with those who didn’t follow medical advice or those who created problems for themselves. Not valuing their own health was a big taboo for them as doctors And every day there were patients who kept coming back with such issues

The diagnosis of acute gastritis was enough to make Rose’s blood boil. Given how Morrison reacted to spicy food, she was certain he had a history of stomach issues.

Had he lost his mind tonight? He knew his stomach was a ticking time bomb, that he couldn’t handle spicy food, and yet he’d gone and done it anyway c2

All because of Winston’s offhand comment that he couldn’t take the heat?

To her such willful ignorance was nothing short of idiocy Why would someone as sharp as Morrison make such a boneheaded mistake?

“He well, the dish i made tonight was a bit on the spicy side.”

The doctor pursed his lips, his face tightening “Watch it next time. A few more episodes like this, and it might be too late for a hospital run.”

Rose bit her lip and nodded, voice a low murmur, “Understood, it won’t happen again.”

The doctor retreated back into the examination room.

The doctor’s words did suggest Morrison would pull through without serious consequences this time, which allowed Rose to breathe a sigh of relief before she settled on the hallway bench to wait for him to emerge

She covered her face with her hands, still shaken by the sight of his agony

Thank God it was nothing serious. The sheer panic of the situation had been overwhelming If something had happened to Morrison, she didn’t know what she would’ve

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After what felt like an eternity, the door finally opened. Rose sprang to her feet and approached.

In the hospital room, Morison, after taking anesthesia for the examination, still hadn’t woken up.

“In the next two days, no solid food is allowed, but he can have some easily digestible liquid food. Pay attention to stomach maintenance in the future–anything that is gentle on the stomach is fine. Also,”

The doctor snapped his clipboard shut and furrowed his brows at Rose. “It wasn’t just the spicy food that did a number on his stomach From what we found, it seems like he’s had a whole smorgasbord of issues. Based on what he ate tonight, it shouldn’t have been this bad. Your culinary skills… Have you ever cooked before?”

If it really was her cooking then questioning her skills was an understatement – it would’ve been more appropriate to ask if she knew how to cook at all. Landing someone in the hospital took some doing

Rose shook her head. “No, I had guests over tonight, and none of us had any issues”

The doctor glanced at her “Are you guys trying to kill him?”

Rose’s mouth twitched, “Of course not.”

“Well, that’s odd. Anyway, let’s chalk it up to a learning experience. Make sure you’re more careful in the future.*

Rose nodded vigorously. “Yes, there won’t be a next time.”

The doctor gave her a detailed rundown of do’s and don’ts before leaving, sizing her up one more time before adding “Can you manage on your own? Shouldn’t we notify his

next of kin?”

Rose shook her head, “No need, I can handle it.”

After the doctor left. Rose returned to the hospital room, looking at the man on the bed who still hadn’t awakened. She stood there for a moment before finding a chair to sit

beside him

usual combative demeanor, and his typically sarcastic words. He lay there, breaths even,

so handsome? If only his personality wasn’t so

her hand on his brow, trailing

hadrit falien for those looks, and thus him, she wouldn’t

wasn’t

like now, were better off being appreciated at face value, because it was simpler that way, more satisfying and joyful

placed it on her

breathing was the only sound Rose sat there,

passed and as sleepiness crept up on her, she yawned and stood intending to rest on the nearby couch. But

see Momson’s eyes slowly opening, his gap firm on her “You

in his system. He vaguely remembered being wheeled into

gripped tight

had been sitting by his side and as she began to leave, he instincthely reached out to hold her. He didn’t answer her question but estead asked,

tired I was going to rest on

slightly After a moment, he lifted the covers and patted

be better for

“Hurry up.”

at her

glanced at the offered space and withdrew

with displeasure, but Rose simply took off her jacket and draped it over the chair

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he realized she was still wearing the same home wear, too rattled earlier

on the edge of the bed, lifted her legs onto it, and slowly lay down. The VIP hospital bed was spacious and comfortable, and Morrison hadn’t left much room. As she lay

pulled the covers over herself, Mornson moved closer. His arms wrapped around het, his presence engulfing her, his warm

neck

her breath suddenly seizing as her body tensed

his muffled voice emanated from the nape of her neck, his breath scorching upon her skin.

mind briefly short–circuited

silence ensued before he asked, “Why do

“Because you’re

to hear that it’s because I’m your son’s father, or

only reason”

heavier against her neck.

that important to you?” Rose

do you think?”

stared at the ceiling silent for a long while before she gently cradled her belly and turned to face Morrison,

she finally spoke gently, “You’re the father of my child, and you’re my husband. Aren’t

a soft, delicate light, yet she looked at him with gentleness, as if afraid that even a slightly forceful glance might

too, seeing the caution and sincerity in her eyes. The

guess that reason just

of a smile touched Rose’s eyes. “So, can

how delicate a woman could be. Her flawless skin so smooth he couldn’t spot a single pore, and her

his fingers. Today, he had seen her in a way

hand on her waist tightened, and his body leaned closer to Rose

pressed against Morrison’s chest, her cheeks blushing, her eyes nervous. “What are

near hers, his voice deep and husky, his breath hot enough to feel

voice and breath, pressed against hers. Her hand clutching his chest

atmosphere of the day, compared to now, was

she had been bold, brazenly taking the initiative

Mornson’s kiss breached her defenses once again. Their breath mingled, heating their cheeks

chest slowly climbing to his shoulder

hand on her waist suddenly

body tensing again She wanted to push him

weary that he let her go. Rose’s face was flushed, her eyes misty with a confused luster,

“Not now