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?

Yet, you’re asking for a divorce. How is that any different from playing hard to

made Rose’s composure waver.

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

coming from Rose’s mouth sent a tremor through Morrison’s dark

did he know?

could he admit it was Winston who had just

and Morrison saw an unstoppable sadness on her face.

He grew anxious

rid of the child, not to

lives

suddenly

wedding night you could leave me alone in the bridal

you could ignore me for over two months after our marriage, to punish me

why you could be so cold and heartless toward me, all

gathered in

I loved you, so you thought you could hurt me with impunity?”

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

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

parting then closing, words forming but remaining unspoken.

eyes tightly, her delicate neck and beautiful collarbones rising and falling with the effort to

can’t do this anymore.

voice and expression thick with hurt

you hoping for a good life with you, willing to pay any price without complaint. I’m trying, waiting for you

at her uncontrollable tears

give up. I can’t do this anymore Let’s get a

child, clueless, with only the thought of seeking

swirling in her mind, and that

wasn’t a

She really wasn’t

the sense of panic and

her again,

go of

Rose tore herself away and pushed him back, rising from the bed, her eyes icy and

the Witt family? But Morrison, think about it, this isn’t my fault, you’ve gone

the Witt family have nothing to do with me if

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

a heart–wrenching outburst, she paused for a few seconds as she looked at Morrison’s shocked

the door

recovered from the shock when his body

cradling her abdomen, walked briskly. Morrison caught up

her, “Rose, calm down!”

seen her this agitated

touch me! Let

clutching the railing, trying to break free

hearing the commotion, came over and were

of

you doing?!” Molly

frowned and glanced downstairs before his

set on

Rose replied,

agree“” Morrison declared

as he relaxed slightly, she yanked

could only watch as Rose

“Rose!”

“Darling!!”

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

the cushion

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

body steadied, and looking down at the woman in his arms, he saw her pale face and the shock

“Are you okay?”

at him dazedly, her expression suddenly turning cold as she pushed him

backward with her simple shove, followed by a thudding crash.

“Morrison!”

screamed, and Rose’s

sprawled on the first floor, trying to sit up with blood slowly seeping out of

up and rushed downstairs, her legs trembling.

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

okay sorry… I… I didn’t mean

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

guilt, panic, and unmistakable