The Enticing CEO’s Chosen Bride

Chapter 1808

Rose filed Morrison’s bowl with fresh soup, and ditched the leftover fried rice. She quickly whipped up a couple of sandwiches, one for each of them, and settled down to join him for breakfast

Momson kept sneaking peeks at the sandwich in Roses hands, taking a sip of his soup after each longing glance. His desire for the sandwich was plain as day

With a chuckle, Rose held out her sandwich towards him. “Want a bite?”

Momson’s eyebrows shot up, his hand almost reaching for the sandwich, but Rose teasingly pulled it back. “Where’s your self–control, huh? You’d just eat it if I gave it to

you

Grinding his teeth. Morrison shot back. “Are you playing mec2

Rose giggled behind her hand Tm testing your willpower You know full well your stomach’s too weak for this stuff right now, and yet you’re still tempted?”

Momson’s handsome face turned icy Just you wait

Rose didn’t reply, just took an exaggeratedly satisfying bite of her sandwich “Mmm, delicious”

Mornson could only grit his teeth in frustration

After finishing one sandwich and her bowl of oatmeal, Rose hesitated over the second sandwich. Despite her craving, she remembered Morrison’s earlier advice about not overeating for the baby’s sake, so she reluctantly set it aside.

Looking up at Morson who was still slowly eating his soup, she frowned “What’s with the slow pace this morning? Her tone took a sharp turn

Morrison glared at her “My stomach hurts. You want me to guzzle it down?”

Rose pursed her lips. He really couldn’t learn to talk nicely

Once Morrison finished his oatmeal Rose wheeled him upstairs for his medication and IV fluids

After settling him in Morrison suddenly spoke up. Just let her handle the dressing changes. You can go ahead if you have things to do

He couldn’t stand the sight of the doctor who had interrupted their private time

The doctor was all too eager to leave quickly instructing Rose on how to change the IV fluids herself. It was simple enough: switch the tubes between the bottles as needed, no need to adjust the flow rate, and remove the needle parallel to the skin when done

Rose reluctantly agreed, despite preferring a professional’s presence But Morrison insisted, and it was just a dressing change and IV – surely it wouldn’t be too nsky

After sending the doctor away Rose didn’t go back upstairs Instead, she busied herself in the kitchen and finally brought up a fruit platter to the bedroom. She settled in a chair by the vanity, flicking through her phone and munching on fruit as the crisp sound filled the room.

Online rumors swirled about Morrison’s emergency hospital visit in the middle of the night Rose frowned at the media’s obsession with such a mundane event. Was it because Chloe was out of the spotlight, leaving them desperate for news?

The internet was abuzz with speculation about their relationship with wild theories ranging from domestic violence to calculated revenge. Some comments were downright nasty, but Rose shrugged them off with the resilience she’d learned from Chloe.

“What’s so funny? Morrison asked with a cold stare, clearly annoyed by her enjoyment of the fruit in his presence

Chewing on an apple slice Rose replied. “Which would you prefer, being chopped or poisoned?

up, or I might just strangle you right

the sound of fruit being

her fruit was almost too much

it sweet?‘ he finally

and smiled slyly

here, let me have a taste

“No, it’s cold”

talk to me

can talk right now I’m not

you being

the space beside him on

in and joining him on the

the blanket around her shoulders

took a bite of apple staring at him Without warning, Morrison popped a grape into her mouth. The fruit burst with

“Good?” he asked

She nodded

fruit platter “Let

the platter away “You can’t eat

I won’t

shook her head “No.

jaw in imitation

a day, huh? You’ve got a whole week ahead

do you think

smuking “Clearly you’re the

feigning attentiveness, “Yeah, I’m here.”

up on her elbows and suddenly leaned in close to Momson.

her “What are

“If you can’t eat, at least you can smell, right?

subtle perfume mingling with the faint scent of apples Morrison’s expression stiffened

i

or I won’t be

IV–clad hand, her face fearless Clearly,

it is she declared, unilaterally grabbing a slice and

was more intense than other fruits, especially when she mischievously blew in his direction after taking

a choke glaring at her

Don’t like oranges? Fine. I’ll

it slip Biting into another piece, she flashed him a

warning–stay

she backed off “Okay, okay”

the nape of her neck, he pulled her down and captured her

his sudden move. She tried to push him away, but Morrison was faster, attempting

mouth

prize. The skirmish continued without a clear winner, but the atmosphere