The Enticing CEO’s Chosen Bride

Chapter 1824

Rose remained silent as Morrison casually wiped himself with a tissue from the

bedside table before rising to sift through the closet for a fresh set of clothes.

Crisp shirt, wool sweater, and a neatly tailored suit — everything was

meticulous.

Rose watched from the bed as he dressed, chuckling slightly before her eyes

slowly shut.

After Morrison closed the wardrobe, the room fell silent for a moment, followed

by the sound of the room door opening and closing again.

Enter title…

Rose’s eyes fluttered open, staring blankly at the ceiling, lost in thought.

Seconds later, she attempted to rise for a shower, but before she could even

throw back the covers, the door burst open.

Turning her head, she saw Morrison re-enter the room. Their eyes met, Rose

breaking the gaze first. “Why’d you come back?”

Stepping closer, Morrison grunted an acknowledgment. “Forgot something.”

He walked over to the nightstand, pulling out a box from the drawer and

shamelessly transferring its contents—bags of something—into his pockets.

Rose bit her lip hard, averting her gaze as her hands trembled slightly. Then she

heard footsteps approach, and before she could react, she was scooped up

from the bed.

Startled, she looked up to find Morrison setting her down at the edge of the bed.

“What are you doing?”

Morrison remained silent, turning around without a word, followed by a series of

movements.

Moments later, Rose was dressed in an oversized knit sweater, a baggy coat,

and loose trousers, all belonging to Morrison, who then carried her out the door.

Her brow furrowed, and she asked again, “What are you doing?”

“You’re a handful, always running off. Can’t have you disappearing on me

again.” Morrison spoke bluntly, wrapping her more tightly in his coat before

placing her in the car.

It wasn’t until Morrison himself got in that Rose spoke in a cold tone, “Why are

you dragging me along to see Mona?”

He glanced at her, a hint of a smile playing on his lips as he started the car.

“To make sure you don’t bolt.”

Rose fell silent.

Sensing her mood turn sour, Morrison added, “Something felt off when I left.

Seeing you just now proves that I was right. You’re a real puzzle, and to prevent

any wild thoughts and the hassle that follows, I figured it’s best to bring you

along—cut off any lingering hopes.”

Rose furrowed her brow, cut off what hopes? Knowing that Mona was important

enough to make Morrison leave her side at any moment was enough for Rose

to give up any remaining expectations.

Why making another painful incision in her heart?

“There’s nothing left to cut,” she muttered dismissively, but then realized going

to the hospital might be an opportunity to check on Winston.

Half an hour later, Morrison carried Rose straight into the hospital.

“I’ll can walk. Put me down: He glanced at her and finally set her down in the

elevator, but he kept hold of her hand. Even as they reached Mona’s hospital

room, he showed no intention of letting go.

Rose looked at him with confusion. “What are you trying to do?”

“Isn’t the answer obvious?”

Rose’s expression hardened. “! don’t want to see her right now”

Morrison pulled her inside anyway.

Rose stopped at the inner door of the room, insisting, “I don’t want to see her.”

Riley emerged from the room, and greeted Morrison with a quick “Mr. Witt”

Morrison gave him a cold look. “How is she?”

“I told her you’d come. She’s calmed down a bit.”

After saying that, Riley glanced awkwardly at the silent Rose. “Ma’am.”

Rose remained quiet.

“You two wait here” commanded Morrison as he entered Mona’s room.

In the hospital room, doctors and nurses crowded around, forming a circle

around the entire room. Upon seeing Morrison, they ali stepped aside.

Mona, disheveled and dazed in her hospital gown, rose from her bed and

hesitantly reached out to Morrison, her tears a mixture of guilt and plea.

“Morrison! I’m sorry, I truly am. I admit I was selfish, but all I wanted was to be

with you, without all those obstacles. Because… because I’m just someone with

nothing, completely unworthy of you. I’m terrified of facing your family. Morrison,

Do you understand? My intentions were pure, truly.”

“You need to calm down.” Morrison’s voice, muffled by the door, was deep and

steady.

Rose clenched her jaw, her hands curled under the long sleeves, her gaze

flickering as she took a step back.

The urge to flee consumed her. She knew Mona’s place in Morrison’s heart.

Now, with Mona humbling herself before him, how could he not be moved?

She didn’t want to hear the tender words Morrison would use to comfort her.

Head lowered, she stared at the door for a few seconds before turning away.

“Ma‘am.’ Riley, noticing her retreat, softly called out.

Inside the room, Morrison withdrew his hand from Mona’s grasp.

Mona sobbed, shaking her head. “Morrison, Rose wants to divorce you, right?

This time, I won’t run away anymore. Just stop being angry with me, and I

promise to face your family bravely. I will try my hardest to get their approval.

Please…”

She was tired of wandering alone, without support or money. Her dreams and

life were shrouded in darkness. She yearned for stability, and only Morrison

could offer her a secure life and everything she desired. The days of having

nothing were unbearable.

She was a woman with no family background, unable to live the life she wanted

on her own.

“Morrison, I know I was wrong. Please forgive me: “Mona; Morrison said, his

voice carrying a complex tone as he faced her.

Compared to Mona’s agitation, Morrison’s voice remained unnervingly calm and

detached. The room fell into silence for a few seconds before Morrison spoke

again, “I made myself clear the last time we talked. I got it all wrong

from the start. The person I love isn’t you, and I’m certainly not leaving Rose.

You already know that.”

Mona bit her lip, a look of despair washing over her face as she stared at him.

“But what about me? Morrison, have you ever thought about what your decision

has turned me into?

“What am I? Why should I be the one running this losing race between you and

Rose? Why should I be the one to prove that Rose is the one you truly love?”

Morrison’s voice was firm. “If you insist on dredging up past follies, all I can say

is I’m sorry. Whatever you want, just say it, and I’ll try my best to accommodate.

But leaving Rose to be with you, that’s absolutely out of the question.”

Mona let out a hollow laugh. “What else do you think I want?”

A few seconds of silence followed before Morrison looked at her, his expression

colder than ice.

“What else? You know I love her, and I’ll never leave her. Yet today, of all days,

you choose to threaten jumping off the building. Riley wasn’t just out buying

groceries for a few minutes. If you really wanted to jump, why wait until he came

back and opened the door? Do you think I’m someone who would cave

to threats?”

Mona’s hands clenched tightly together, her eyes darting away.

“Everyone can be immature at some point, especially when confused about

feelings. You held up the past in front of me, trying to evoke sympathy. Tell me,

knowing that divorce is impossible for me, what other purpose did you have in

making such a scene?”

Mona’s body tensed, and she remained silent for a long time.

“How much money do you want?”

Mona stiffened suddenly, looking up at Morrison with shock in her eyes.

“What did you say?”

“I mean no insult, but pride and dignity can be disposable in the face of money.

Don’t preach to me about high morals; they’re easily defeated by reality and

cash. Money is the most direct and useful thing. Whether it’s for your future life

or your career, you’ll need it. But…”

Morrison paused, “Take the money and leave immediately. Do not to show up in

front of me again”

Mona’s eyes flickered. “Now you’re the one asking me to leave? Morrison, you

once said where I go is my business…”

“I don’t care, but the problem is that someone else doesn’t want to see you now.

Mona clenched her teeth, shaking with emotion. “Rose?”

Morrison remained impassive. “She hasn’t said anything. It’s me who’s tired of it.

She keeps bringing you up between us, and it is an endless drama. If you don’t

leave, she’ll never happily live with me.’

Mona scoffed. “Do you really think you can be together with clear consciences?”

“What heinous crime have I committed? Mona, you should know when to stop.

Don’t exhaust my patience.”

“Morrison, what if I really had jumped today? Would you still dare to say these

things?”

Morrison fell silent for a while before nodding. “Fortunately, you didn’t. If you