The Enticing CEO’s Chosen Bride

Chapter 1816

“Aren’t I well–behaved enough? I really am letting you go, Morrison, everything I said, it’s all true. I won’t bother you anymore…”

“Behaved my foot!” Morrison was in no mood to hear her prattle about “letting go” and “divorce.”

“You’re the one who wanted the wedding, and now you’re talking about a divorce. What am I to you? A toy to play with?”

Rose bit her lip. looking at him as her demeanor cooled down.

“Alright, I messed up, okay?! I shouldn’t have left the kid behind, shouldn’t have used the kid to marry you, shouldn’t have created a chance for Grandma and Mom to hassle Mona. It’s all my fault. Happy now?!“c2

‘No, it’s not okay!”

“You”

“Shut up! I don’t want to hear another word from you!”

At this point, Rose couldn’t deal with Morrison in her usual way. His words were just daggers into her heart, nothing more..

“I won’t, I won’t, I just won’t. We’ll get a divorce, and then you’ll never have to hear me speak again…”

A vein throbbed on Morrison’s forehead. “Say that one more time!”

“We’re gett–mmph”

The word “divorce” never made it out of her mouth; Morrison leaned in and swallowed her words whole.

Rose’s eyes widened with shock, and after a moment of stillness, she began to struggle.

‘Let go.”

Morrison pinned her hands with one of his and held her chin with the other, his kiss forceful and filled with a mix of rage and maybe even hatred.

His roughness, his brutality, only soured the feeling in Rose’s heart.

Yeah, it was all her fault.

She was the one who insisted on marrying him. He had said no from the start–no to the child, no to her, swearing they were never meant to cross paths in this life.

She didn’t understand what she had done to make a once decent acquaintance speak such cruel words to her.

But she had run headfirst into a brick wall, nonetheless, choosing to marry him.

So there she was, alone in an empty house, enduring ridicule and sarcasm from all sides in silence.

She had no right to tell anyone how aggrieved she felt, not even to admit her own sorrow

These last few days, Morrison had stayed at home, sleeping and eating with her, even accompanying her to prenatal appointments and swimming. It was like a long–awaited redemption for her.

She couldn’t afford to dwell on the humiliation and pain he had caused her, she wanted to seize the present, the fleeting happiness.

But happiness was too elusive.

She hadn’t even truly grasped it, let alone had the chance to “seize it.

Morrison always found a myriad of ways to make her heart bleed.

If trying hard wasn’t enough to earn the love she wanted, what was the point of persevering?

Suddenly, she shoved Morrison away with all her might.

Finally, he let her go, his gaze icy as it drilled into her.

His eyes were like ice picks, inching across her skin.

“Rose, you used the child to try and marry me because you love me”

At his words, Rose’s eyes merely flickered, showing no surprise.

That was the truth. She never hid how much she loved him

Was it a secret? It never was, so why was he emphasizing it now?

“So what?”

Her calmness left Morrison at a loss.

Why did his blunt exposure leave her so indifferent?

mel Yet, you’re asking for a divorce. How

angry words made Rose’s

She was silent for a long while. “When did you know that I loved you?”

words 1 love you coming from Rose’s mouth sent

did he know?

I’ve always known!” How could he admit it was Winston who had just clued

and Morrison

He grew anxious

loved you, which is why you told me to get rid of the child, not to marry you, that we were never meant to be part of

lives

expression suddenly

on our wedding night you could leave me alone in the

me for over two months after our marriage, to punish me for

you could be so cold and heartless toward me, all

gathered in Rose’s

loved you, so you thought you could hurt me

even a glance from you is heaven and hell to me, a descent into a fiery pit? Do you think my heart is so cold and indestructible that you can

grievances came pouring out with her trembling voice, tears streaming down her cheeks

lips parting then

and beautiful collarbones rising and falling with the effort to swallow the bitterness.

can’t do this

open, tears gushing anew, her voice and expression thick with hurt

Even if I were stronger, my heart can’t take this kind of reckless torment! | mamed you hoping for a good life with you, willing to pay any price without complaint. I’m trying, waiting for you to love me not to be

slowly, wiping at her uncontrollable

do this anymore Let’s get

a lost child, clueless, with only

only had one thought swirling in her mind, and that was

a masochist.

She really wasn’t

of panic

reached for her

of me!!”

and pushed him back, rising from the bed, her eyes icy and

think a sudden divorce will bring shame and loss to the Witt family? But Morrison, think

have nothing to do with me if you don’t want to embarrass the Witts, then let’s get

be with From now on, I don’t care and i can’t, I’m

outburst, she paused for a few seconds as she looked at Morrison’s shocked face, then suddenly turned and

the door

from the shock when his body bolted after

briskly. Morrison caught up to

her, “Rose, calm

had never seen her this

me! Let

railing, trying to break free from Morrison’s

and Megan, Grandma Witt, hearing the commotion, came over and were scared white at the sight of the two

of

doing?!” Molly

glanced downstairs before his

on divorcing

Rose replied, “Yes!”

don’t agree“” Morrison declared resolutely

but as he relaxed slightly, she yanked her hand

only

“Rose!”

“Darling!!”

he reached out to catch Rose’s waist, pulling her back and switching positions so

the cushion

too precarious, and Rose, acting on instinct, clutched the railing

woman in his arms, he saw her pale face and the

“Are you okay?”

cold as she pushed him away with one hand.

backward with her

“Morrison!”

and Rose’s stunned eyes

floor, trying to sit up with blood slowly seeping

up and rushed downstairs, her legs trembling.

cradling his head, wiping the blood from his forehead

are you okay sorry… I… I didn’t

the crimson blood, but through Rose’s wiping, he could vaguely

panic, and