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?

do you

almost killed him just now I don’t believe you’d be so kind as

if I really wanted him

trembled ‘How could you?

icy and furious, a rare expression for her towards him. He straightened up, letting lva hand tạt tạm

her gre as Manson approached Because of

bathrobe

reaction now seemed to

of her husband she was openly

man

Mamwors body. He clenched his fists, numb to

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

snapped her wrist.

home with

rage, glaring at him with nothing but cold fury. “Home? Which home? This is my home right here!”

his grip, “Rose,

stay away from me. I’ll never bother

pushed him away with her free hand and pulled her own back, approaching Riley

“I got this.”

Riley hesitated, “Madam”

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

in short, indifferent phrases. Riley could discern the underlying restraint

ma am. I’ll get Mr. Winston to the hospital

mocking laugh, “That’s

glanced at Morrison beside her, and quickly left with Winston in tow. This place

as they reached the downstairs, Morrison suddenly grabbed Rose forcefully, shoved

with Winston vanished

protested, fumbling with her seat

to mess with me, Rose You’d better

still quite a few vehicles on the road. Morrison’s car was speeding, his hands gripping the steering wheel

in a foul mood indeed, but Rose was also pushed to her limit. “I need to go

seemed to speed

clenched her fists “Morrison, have you lost your mind?”

up,” he

next, Rose complied and fastened her seat belt, His mood

on the gas

from me?” she asked

“Home”

More silence

want to check on the

“Morrison!”

roar from Rose, Morrison suddenly jerked the steering wheel, pulling the car over to the side of the road Rose’s

creeping in

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

of me, Morrison You may not care, but it’s

then a cold smile

confession to you was for no reason?

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 the way just now, my husband might have hurt his own pregnant wife What

as good as a friend. What use do I have

fissures Twouldn’t have hurt you He was just trying

he shows he cares, which is

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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