The Enticing CEO’s Chosen Bride

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?

Morrison hesitated. “What do you mean?”

“You almost killed him just now I don’t believe you’d be so kind as to let your man take him safely to the hospital”

Morrison watched her his Adams apple bobbing with unsaid words “Do you think if I really wanted him dead,

vending ham to the hospital with you would make a difference?

Rose’s eyes trembled ‘How could you?

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

chest, and prepped closer to

Rose, supporting Winston with his arm around her shoulders and holding his sit tightened her gre as Manson

approached Because of her nervousness, her arm around Winstons waist gripped fighter her fingers

bathrobe

This entirely normal instinctive reaction now seemed to Morgan like intimacy and dependency

In front of her husband she was openly affectionate with

man

She feared him but relied more on Winston This realization, alongside the scene before him jabbed at every nerve

in Mamwors body. He clenched his fists, numb to his own pain. As he pushed Winston away from her Rose’s

eyebrows furrowed. “What are you dongh

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

over to him, but Motion

snapped her wrist.

“Come home with me.”

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

here!”

Morrison tightened his grip, “Rose, don’t push me.”

She twisted in his grasp. “Then stay away from me. I’ll never bother you again for the rest of my life!”

She pushed him away with her free hand and pulled her own back, approaching Riley to take Winston’s arm.

“I got this.”

Riley hesitated, “Madam”

“If you don’t hand him over, I’ll call the police for harassment.”

“Take him,” Morrison’s voice suddenly faintly resounded, speaking in short, indifferent phrases. Riley could discern

the underlying restraint in his tone Riley pursed his lips and forcefully pulled Winston away from Rose’s side

“Relax, ma am. I’ll get Mr. Winston to the hospital safely. That’s what the Mr. Morrison ordered.*

Rose let out a mocking laugh, “That’s precisely why I don’t trust you.”

Riley choked on her words, glanced at Morrison beside her, and quickly left with Winston in tow. This place was no

longer safe for them to linger

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

grabbed Rose forcefully, shoved her into the car, and took off.

Riley’s car with Winston vanished into the night.

“Morrison!” Rose protested, fumbling with her seat belt. “Stop the car!”

Morrison ignored her. “I told you not to mess with me, Rose You’d better keep quiet now.”

It was already past eleven, and there were still quite a few vehicles on the road. Morrison’s car was speeding, his

hands gripping the steering wheel tightly, knuckles turning white. He stared ahead with a furrowed brow, his gaze

cold and stern.

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

The car seemed to speed up even more..

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

“Buckle up,” he instructed calmly.

Unsure of what Morrison might do next, Rose complied and fastened her seat belt, His mood lightened slightly at

her obedience, and he eased up

on the gas

“What do you want from me?” she asked after a tense silence.

“Home”

More silence

“I want to check on the hospital first

“Morrison!”

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

Rose’s hands tightened, ankarty

creeping in

Morrison turned to look at her, his dark eyes boring into hers with an icy stillness. “Rose, what is he to you that

you’re so worried about him?”

“He was hurt because of me, Morrison You may not care, but it’s my fault he’s in this mess.”

Morrison watched her for a moment, then a cold smile curved his lips

“So his heartfelt confession to you was for no reason? Do you even know who your husband is?

“My husband? Rose echoed, her voice heavy with sarcasm as she met Momsons gaze 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 the way just now, my husband might have hurt his own pregnant wife What a husband‘

She scoffed, “What woman would want such a husband? He’s not en as good as a friend. What use do I have for

han?*

Morrisons eyes, usually as calm as a deep pool now cracked with icy fissures Twouldn’t have hurt you He was just

trying to empress you. You fell for that?”

“I believe him. At least he shows he cares, which is a lot more than doing nothing

Morrison closed his eyes, then opened 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 to care for others, I won’t hesitate to

destroy them His voice was alarmingly calm but laced with undeniable danger

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Rose felt a chill, “You’re completely unreasonable!”

“So don’t make me angry. I won’t touch you, but someone else will pay the price.”

Rose frowned, her gaze on him almost as if she were looking at a monster.

“Have you truly lost your mind?”

Morrison’s lips twisted into a smirk as he unbuckled his seat belt and leaned in close, resting his forehead against

hers. “Yeah. I fear nothing. Rose. In R City, no one can touch me, so I can do anything.”

His sudden proximity carried a sickly intensity, and his words sent a thick shiver down her spine.

“If you don’t want that man to die in the hospital, behave. I’m in a bad mood, and if you keep this up, I can’t

guarantee what will happen.”

He had reached his breaking point.

Upon finding her gone from the villa, witnessing Winston by her side and sensing her distant and angry gaze, a

tumult of emotions surged through Morrison, intertwining rapidly within him. If it weren’t for the instinct to not

scare or harm her, he wouldn’t be speaking to her so calmly

now.

As he spoke, his breath caressed her skin. Rose tried to push him away, but their closeness was unyielding.

They were so close to each other, yet it’s under a harsh standoff.

And then Morrison did the unthinkable, kissing her amidst his volatile moods, like a demon playing with her

emotions

Tonight. Rose couldn’t help but be frightened by his demeanor. In the past, she would have welcomed and enjoyed

his touch. After so many years of longing, how could she dislike it? But now, she turned her head to avoid his kiss,

her profile expressing coldness and clear rejection.

Morrison narrowed his eyes, grasping her chin.

Rose sighed, “What do you want? Morrison, I thought I’d backed off enough. How much more do I need to do

before you’re satisfied?”

“There are many ways to please me. Just don’t anger me again, and any will do.”

He let her go, and the car moved forward once more.

Rose bit her lip. She didn’t know how to make him happy. “I don’t want to go back.”

“You’d better stop talking.”

Rose closed her eyes, feeling for her phone but finding nothing. Soon, they reached the mansion. Rose wouldn’t get

out, but after a brief hesitation, Morrison carried her inside.

She bit her lip, carried into the pitch–dark villa. Midway, he used his elbow to turn on the entrance light, and when

the light hit her, she closed her eyes slightly.

She was carried up the stairs and laid on the bed where she had slept alone for the last few months, her expression

dazed. Actually, she had just moved out today, about to spend her first night away from this place. Yet, here she

was, back again.

Morrison was clad in a suit, his jacket unbuttoned. Both the coat and the shirt beneath it were a wrinkled mess, and

his once crisp white shirt sported a few scattered bloodstains.

The chaos in the apartment’s hallway had been too intense, and in the dim light of the car, she couldn’t see clearly.

But now, as she looked at him, her expression was slightly dazed

Catching her gaze, Morrison’s lips curled into a half–smile. “Don’t worry. I’m alright.”

–

Rose lifted her eyes to meet his “I remember back in college you were into all sorts of martial arts wrestling and

judo.”

With a proud nod. Morrison replied, “Got top ranks in all of them. Impressive, huh?”

A flicker of concern passed through Rose’s eyes, growing more intense.

Morrison reached out with his left hand, gently touching her hair that draped over her chest. “Really, I’m fine.”

But Rose suddenly pushed his hand away, stood up from the bed, and headed straight for the door Morrison’s face

darkened as he reached out and grabbed her forcefully. “Where do you think you’re going?” She looked back at

him with a cold indifference “Morrison, I have to go to the hospital to see Winston.” The air between them froze,

and her wrist felt like it was about to break under his grip