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

words made Rose’s composure

while. “When did

coming from Rose’s mouth sent

did he know?

could he admit it was Winston who had just clued him in?

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 each other’s

lives

expression suddenly darkened.

you could leave me alone in the bridal suite and fly off to another country to find

months after our marriage, to punish me for

why you could be so cold and heartless

gathered in

thought you could hurt me

heaven and hell to me, a descent into a fiery pit? Do you think my

pent–up grievances came pouring out with her trembling voice, tears streaming

watched, his grip loosening slightly, his lips parting then closing, words forming

beautiful collarbones

do this

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

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 treated like this.

sat up slowly, wiping at

can’t do this anymore Let’s get a divorce,

like a lost child, clueless, with only

one thought swirling in

wasn’t a masochist.

She really wasn’t

demeanor only deepened the sense of panic and helplessness in Morrison’s heart.

reached for her

go of

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

loss to the Witt family? But Morrison, think about it, this isn’t my fault,

the impact and losses of the Witt family have nothing to do with me if you don’t want to embarrass the Witts, then let’s get

to be with whoever you want to be with From now on, I don’t care and i can’t, I’m not playing this game anymore Morrison, you can’t bully people like this!

she paused for a few seconds as she looked at Morrison’s shocked face,

the door

the shock when his

caught up to her at the

her, “Rose, calm down!”

her

touch me! Let

anger, one hand clutching the railing, trying to break free from Morrison’s grasp

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

of the

you doing?!” Molly exclaimed in terror.

and glanced downstairs before his

set on divorcing me?”

hesitation, Rose

Morrison declared

was taken aback for a moment, but as he relaxed slightly, she yanked her hand back.

off guard, could only watch as Rose

“Rose!”

“Darling!!”

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

the cushion

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

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

“Are you okay?”

cold as she

tumbled backward with her simple shove, followed by a thudding

“Morrison!”

Rose’s stunned eyes flickered.

to sit up with blood slowly seeping out of his head, almost

rushed downstairs, her legs trembling.

front of Morrison, cradling his head, wiping the blood from his forehead with forceful

sorry… I…

blood, but through Rose’s wiping, he could vaguely see her face.

and unmistakable pain.