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?

you’re asking for a divorce. How is that any different from playing hard to get?!”

made Rose’s

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

you coming from Rose’s mouth sent

he

admit it was Winston who had just clued him

and Morrison saw an unstoppable sadness on

He grew anxious

told me to get rid of the child, not to

lives

expression suddenly

our wedding night you could leave me alone in the bridal suite

could ignore me for over two months after our marriage, to punish me for the marriage i forced

so cold and heartless toward me,

gathered in

you thought you

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

voice, tears streaming down her

slightly, his lips parting

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

this anymore. Morrison…”

eyes flung open, tears gushing anew, her voice

can’t continue to love you. 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

slowly, wiping at her uncontrollable

this anymore Let’s get a divorce,

child, clueless, with only the thought

only had one thought swirling in her mind, and that

wasn’t a

She really wasn’t

deepened the sense of panic and helplessness in

for her

of

Rose tore herself away and pushed him back, rising from

the Witt family? But Morrison, think about it, this isn’t

don’t want anything, the impact and losses of the Witt family have nothing to do with me if you

on, I don’t care and i can’t, I’m not playing

she looked

the door

hadn’t recovered from the shock when his body bolted after

walked briskly. Morrison caught up to her at the stairwell

“Rose, calm down!”

seen her

touch me!

the railing, trying to break free from

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

top of

are you doing?!” Molly exclaimed in

and glanced downstairs before his gaze returned to

you set on divorcing

hesitation, Rose replied, “Yes!”

agree“” Morrison

aback for a moment, but as he relaxed

off guard, could only watch

“Rose!”

“Darling!!”

he reached out to catch Rose’s waist, pulling

the cushion

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

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

“Are you okay?”

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

man who had seemed immovable before now tumbled backward with her simple shove, followed by a thudding crash.

“Morrison!”

and Rose’s stunned eyes flickered.

first floor, trying to sit up with blood slowly seeping out of his

shaking, stood up and rushed downstairs, her legs trembling.

front of Morrison, cradling his head, wiping

are you okay sorry… I… I

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

guilt, panic, and