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

sarcastic words. He lay there, breaths

it be so handsome? If only his personality

her hand on his brow, trailing it

hadrit falien for those looks, and thus him,

just wasn’t like her

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

placed it on

room, their breathing was the only sound Rose sat there, gazing at Morrison’s face, lost

and stood intending to rest on the nearby couch. But her

eyes slowly opening, his

heavy the sedatives still in his system. He vaguely remembered being wheeled into the room, but he had been ina

gripped tight

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, “Whom

I was going to rest on the couch for a bit

he lifted the covers and patted the

“You’re still sick. Wouldn’t it be

“Hurry up.”

at her hand

blush creeping across her face, Rose glanced at the offered space

watched her with a frown, his pale face marked with displeasure, but Rose simply took off her jacket

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

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 down, she was

His arms wrapped around het, his presence engulfing her, his

neck

off guard, her breath

his muffled voice emanated from the nape of her neck,

briefly short–circuited “What?”

“Why do you care about me

“Because you’re my.”

because I’m your son’s father, or any of

the only

grew heavier

you?” Rose

you think?”

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

gaze to meet hers. Rose intently stared into his eyes for a long time before she finally spoke gently, “You’re the father of my child, and

him with gentleness, as if afraid that

tickling him softly. He watched her too, seeing the caution and sincerity in her eyes. The word “husband sounded much more pleasant than “father of my child”

just about

a smile touched Rose’s eyes. “So, can you go to sleep

eyes lingered on her face, marveling at how delicate a woman could be. Her flawless

his fingers. Today, he had seen her in a way he never had before

on her waist tightened, and his body leaned closer to

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

a husband should” His face drew near hers, his voice deep and husky, his breath hot enough

as his lips, accompanied by his voice and breath, pressed against hers. Her hand clutching his chest tightened.

been far too intimate today, but the atmosphere of the day, compared to

taking the initiative Now,

defenses once again. Their breath mingled,

to stand still, yet it flowed on her hand on his chest slowly climbing to his shoulder as she closed her eyes and responded to him

her

her body tensing again She wanted to push him away, but Morrison

go. Rose’s face was flushed, her eyes misty with a confused luster, reluctant to meet his gaze.

“Not now