The Enticing CEO’s Chosen Bride

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Chapter 1822

With those words, he sauntered over to where Rose stood, “Get back inside. You’re pregnant What if you get hurt?”

Rose blinked, puzzled by his sudden declaration. She had never heard him express any romantic interest in her in private

Winston’s statement was too much for Morrison to bear. With a sudden movement, Morrison grabbed the back of Winston’s robe and threw a

punch.

Rose was standing right beside them. Winston didn’t even try to block the punch, instead, he gently nudged her towards the apartment. The punch landed squarely on his gut, and he doubled over, coughing up blood

“Winston!“c2

Rose was shocked and rushed to check on him. Without a second glance at Morrison, she shoved him aside.

Caught off guard, Morrison, already battered, slammed against the hallway wall. The impact shook him to the core, as he clutched his chest, wincing at the pain.

He looked up to see Rose, kneeling on the floor, cradling Winston’s face with an urgency that couldn’t be faked.

“Winston, are you okay?”

The sight of blood at the corner of Winston’s mouth made her wipe it away without a second thought. Her eyes filled with worry, guilt, and unshed

tears.

Seeing this, Morrison’s heart clenched, suffocating him with jealousy. So she cared about Winston? She felt pain and sorrow for him to the point of tears? She could cry for another man?

Morrison scoffed coldly Rose, was this your so–called love? How quickly it changed! Can she love him and just as easily turn to love someone

else?

The assistant had just given Morrison the address when he arrived, only to find two men brawling in the hallway. When he saw Mrs. Witt push her husband aside and run to another man, he instantly regretted following him here.

He stood there, clueless about what to do.

Mrs. Witt had moved out of her house with Mr. Witt to live with a movie star? Did that mean the husband was cuckolded?

He had just arrived and didn’t know the situation, except that the man in front of him was wearing a bathrobe and Mrs. Witt was in her pajamas.

“Riley, take him to the hospital”

The addressed assistant paused, looking at the man in front of his president’s wife. The “he” that Mr. Witt referred to must be Winston. But if he was really going to take anyone to the hospital, shouldn’t he take Mr. Witt?

“No need!” Rose’s voice cut through, cold and firm.

Morrison watched her, his expression unreadable.

She stood up, grabbed a down jacket from the hall closet, “Don’t bother. I’ll take him to the hospital myself”

She put on her coat and without changing her shoes, struggled to lift Winston up

“Rose” Morrison called her name, his voice raspy from the pain. “Don’t forget I’m your husband. You and he aren’t at a point where you can say that yet

Rose met his gaze, her eyes red–rimmed but icy.

Morrison flinched at her look, clutching the fabric over his chest, “Riley can take him.”

“Do you think I can trust you?

“What do

believe you’d be so kind as to let your

if I really wanted him dead, vending ham to the hospital with you would make

trembled ‘How

her towards him. He straightened up, letting lva hand tạt tạm his chest,

around her shoulders and holding his sit tightened her gre as Manson approached Because of her nervousness, her arm around Winstons waist

bathrobe

entirely normal instinctive reaction now seemed

of her husband she was openly

man

him jabbed at every nerve in Mamwors body. He clenched his fists, numb to his own pain. As he pushed Winston away

hesitated, but still forcefully pulled Winston away and tossed han towards Key Rone was about to walk over to him,

snapped her wrist.

with me.”

at him with nothing but cold

his grip, “Rose, don’t push me.”

“Then stay away from me. I’ll never bother you

away with her free hand and pulled her own back,

“I got this.”

Riley hesitated, “Madam”

don’t hand him over, I’ll call the police for

could discern the underlying restraint in his tone Riley pursed

am. I’ll get Mr. Winston to the hospital safely. That’s

“That’s precisely why I don’t trust you.”

left with Winston in tow. This

and this time, Morrison didn’t stop her. But as they reached the downstairs, Morrison suddenly grabbed Rose forcefully, shoved her

with Winston vanished into the night.

fumbling with her seat belt. “Stop

not to mess with me, Rose You’d

was speeding, his hands gripping the steering wheel tightly, knuckles turning white. He stared ahead with a

indeed, but Rose was also pushed to her limit. “I need to go to the

car seemed to speed up

have you

he

and fastened her seat belt, His mood lightened slightly at her obedience,

on the gas

from me?” she asked after a

“Home”

More silence

want to check on

“Morrison!”

jerked the steering wheel, pulling the car over to the side of the road Rose’s hands

creeping in

his dark eyes boring into hers with an icy stillness. “Rose, what is he to you

hurt because of me, Morrison You may not

a moment, then a cold smile

was for no reason? Do you even know who

My husband has another woman in his heart My husband left me all alone at home right after the wedding My husband had Winston not pushed me out of

want such a husband? He’s not en as good as a

with icy fissures Twouldn’t have hurt you He was just trying to empress you. You fell for that?”

least he shows he cares, which

them sharply, a flash of anger visible “Rose, you are pregnant so I won’t harm you But that doesn’t mean I won’t harm someone else. If you continue

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