The Enticing CEO’s Chosen Bride

Chapter 1830

Chapter 1830
Morrison jerked his head up to meet his gaze, then glanced at his phone.
“Your timing is impeccable.”
Riley flashed a goofy grin, “Congrats, Mr. Witt.”
Morrison arched an eyebrow, “Congrats on what?”
With a blink, Riley chirped, “Congratulations on clearing up the
misunderstanding with your wife. I am sure the two of you will live happily ever
after’
How could that be! Lookat her, did she look like she loved him?
Enter title…
She must’ve taken him for granted the moment she had him. He put his heart on
the line, and she just did not treasure him.
The more he stewed, the more aggrieved and angry he felt, giving Riley a frosty
look as he said coldly, “You know what day is December 22nd?”
Riley paused for a beat before quickly replying with a smile, “Of course, it is your
birthday.”
The boss’ big day? He had to know it — it was critical.
He thought his quick response would showcase his loyalty and maybe earn him
some praise, but instead of commendations, Morrison’s expression became
increasingly unpleasant.
“That damn woman, even my assistant knows, yet she doesn’t. Hmph, figures.
It’s not the first time she’s stood me up. Love, huh? Doesn’t even know my
birthday. Liar…”
Riley was flabbergasted. What on earth was going on? Had Mr. Witt been
turned daft from his hospital stay?
All this nagging and fussing, wasn’t it just like a disgruntled woman?
The handsome man looked so ridiculous, sitting alone on the hospital bed, but
Riley dared not ask; he just stared, dumbfounded.
Morrison kept mumbling away, his face turning sourer by the minute, until he
suddenly spoke up with a heavy tone, “Arrange it. On December 22nd, I want a
birthday bash!”
Riley grimaced, mouth twisting as his features scrunched together in barely
concealed chuckle. What was a man pushing thirty doing, throwing himself a
birthday party?
“Spread the word! Nothing too elaborate. Just a quick trend on social media
oughta do”
Riley was speechless. A social media trend, and he called that not too
elaborate? Something was seriously off with Mr. Witt. Seemed like it was time to
plan for a lawsuit against the hospital. A perfectly normal person, just a few days
in the hospital, suddenly underwent a drastic change in temperament. It was
really worth looking into.
“Did you get that?”
The ominous tone made Riley shiver, and he quickly replied, “Yes, Mr. Witt, I got
it.”
With that, he turned to leave, reaching the door when Morrison called out again.
“Wait a second”
Riley’s steps halted in an instant. Turning around, he asked, puzzled, “Anything
else, Mr. Witt?”
Morrison stood up from the bed, his brow furrowed, eyeing him, “How did you
know about Rose and me making up?”
Something had felt off right from the start, and it finally clicked.
Last night, it had just been him and Rose; no third party could’ve known what
happened. How did an outsider like Riley find out about their reconciled

affections?
Riley’s eyes flickered, “Well, last night…”
Morrison glared, “When?” He better not have been eavesdropping in the middle
of the night.
Riley innocently explained, “Last night, while you were in Mona’s room…”
Morrison’s frown deepened.
“We were just outside the door when you talked with Mona. We heard
everything quite clearly. You and Mrs. Witt haven’t reconciled?”
Morrison’s head snapped up, his eyes narrowing, “What are you saying?”
Riley: “Huh?”
“You’re saying you and Rose were outside Mona’s room last night, and you
overheard our conversation?”
Riley nodded, “Yeah. Didn’t you ask us to wait at the door? We didn’t mean to
overhear.
Morrison pressed on, “When did Rose leave?”
Riley’s face twisted awkwardly, unsure how to respond, and said vaguely: “She
heard everything before leaving, just a minute or two before you came out.
Morrison fell silent, standing still, his gaze introspective. After a long moment, he
let out a cold laugh, a clenched-teeth whisper breaking the silence, “That damn
woman, playing me for a fool!”
Riley shuddered. Mr. Witt like this was downright scary. What on earth was
wrong between these two?
Last night Rose had heard Mr. Witt’s heartfelt confession, yet their relationship
still seemed on the rocks.
Riley pondered without a clue, and only one thought crossed his mind— What
the hell’s all this fuss about?!
“Anything else?”
“No, just remember the birthday party.”
“Will do.”
Riley stepped out, the door closing behind him.
Morrison remained, his face tight and lips pressed in silence. A blush spread
from his ears, a clear sign of his turmoil.
Damn it!
Morrison rubbed his burning ears, sat on the bed, and then rubbed his face
hard. Now thinking back, every word Rose said to him last night was a trap.
Including his own mother, who came the next day to trick him further, these
women were completely outrageous.
They had played him like a fiddle. And he had played along flawlessly. He’d
been completely taken for a ride.
Morrison lifted his head from his hands, his brow furrowed in thought. So, did
Rose really not know his birthday, or was it all an act? It all came full circle,
landing squarely back on that one niggling issue.
Well, he was going to settle this score once and for all.
Riley acted swiftly, and the address for the birthday banquet was quickly settled.
Almost immediately, it became a trending topic.
Yeah. It was indeed pretty low-key.
Yet this trending topic seemed to drop from the sky, awkwardly out of the blue.
Even if he was the formidable head of the Witt family in R City. His tendency to
keep a low profile made this sudden splash a bit hard to swallow for some.
[Isn’t this trend marketing a bit too embarrassing?]
[Does he have to make such a big deal about a birthday? Wasn’t he always lowkey before?]
(Well, the setup does seem grand. Guess all of R City’s elite will be there to join
the party. No wonder it made the trending list.]
[He used to be discreet, but this sudden showiness feels a bit off. I mean, a
grown man in his late twenties throwing a birthday party like this?]
[Feels like some fancy-pants tycoon throwing a fit like a little princess, haha,
why do I find it kinda cute?]
[If the guy’s got the cash, why shouldn’t he celebrate his birthday? Since when
are birthday parties exclusive to girls? Can’t men celebrate their birthdays too?]
The whole affair was the talk of the town, especially since the protagonist of the
trending topic was from R City, making the locals particularly interested.
Anyone with even the slightest connection to Morrison was chattering excitedly.
At Spotlight Beauty, being the protagonist’s wife’s employees, they were
naturally caught up in the buzz.
The speed of the internet was an unstoppable force. Rose couldn’t possibly be
unaware of it. At first, she doubted the rumors, but after checking the trending
list herseif, she could only sigh in resignation.
It was true.
The trending topic was awkwardly parachuted in, and it was embarrassing to
say the least.
Her assistants had just finished discussing the details for the upcoming launch
event when concerns were raised due to this unexpected turn of events.
“Mrs. Witt, with Mr. Witt throwing such a high-profile birthday party on the same
day as our product launch, it’s bound to steal our thunder,’ one of them fretted.
“We thought we had a clear shot at capturing the spotlight this time, but we
didn’t expect to clash with Mr. Witt’s birthday.”
“It shouldn’t matter too much, should it? Our Winston’s influence is not to be
underestimated, right?! How much impact can a birthday party have? We’re
launching a new product, and it’s backed by the world-renowned perfumer Star’s
award-winning creation. It’s globally recognized. There’s no major conflict”
“A minor impact is still an impact. We obviously don’t want to lose any
customers. Maybe, Mrs. Witt, since you’ll be celebrating Mr. Witt’s birthday
anyway, why not invite him to make an appearance at our event? Two birds, one
stone, and it might even draw more attention, right?!”
“That’s actually a brilliant idea”
The assistants were all in agreement, seeing this as an opportunity rather than a
problem, potentially adding even more luster to their event.
Rose glanced at the trending list that had been stubbornly high all morning, her
expression souring slightly.
Did they make sense? Of course, they had a point, and it was probably the best
strategy.
But could Morrison, with his cunning mind, not have thought of that himself?
Buying a trending spot? It was clearly meant to remind her of what day it was,
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