The Enticing CEO’s Chosen Bride novel Chapter 1034

Chapter 1034 

She didn’t want her child to grow up with a warped sense of fatherly love, or worse, to feel like it didn’t exist at all. 

Rose swallowed the lump in her throat and picked up her phone, dialing a number without hesitation. The call was picked up quickly, an elderly voice filled with cheer from the other end, “Rose, have you landed? We’ve arranged for someone to pick you up…” 

“Grandma!” Rose cut Megan off abruptly. 

Megan sounded confused, realizing something was wrong, “What’s the matter, dear?” 

Rose sucked in a deep breath, steadying her emotions before she spoke again. 

“I’m sorry, Grandma. I don’t love Morrison, and the baby was an accident. So, this wedding…we’re not going through with it.” 

She paused when she got to “I don’t love Morrison“, even though she had prepared herself for it. 

Chloe’s eyes flickered. It seemed like saying it only confirmed that Rose couldn’t let go of her feelings for Morrison. 

Megan’s breathing got heavier, “Did…Did Morrison say something to you?” 

“No, Grandma. This is my decision. I don’t want to marry someone I don’t love. Please understand.” 

Megan sighed, “I know you love Morrison. I can see it… But regardless, this wedding must go on.” 

Megan’s gentle voice hardened, brooking no argument. 

“But Grandma…” 

“Listen to me!” Megan’s voice got stern, “This isn’t a wedding you can just call off. Our family can’t bear the embarrassment, understand?” 

Without saying more, Megan hung up, taking heavy breaths before calling Morrison. 

Morrison stared at the incoming call, his lips pressed together, his cold demeanor more pronounced. 

“Grandma.” 

“Where are you now?” 

“Australia.” 

The old lady sucked in a breath, “Morrison, you’re a real piece of work!” 

Morrison stayed silent on the other end, his gaze deep and chilly. 

Knowing his reticent nature, Megan continued, “Morrison, you better pray I drop dead soon, or I swear I won’t hold back on that Mona!” 

A glint of ice flashed across Morrison’s eyes, “Grandma, you’re going too far.” 

Megan huffed, though she felt a pang of pity, “Morrison, you left Rose all alone at the airport! She’s not here for a visit or a family reunion. She’s here to marry you! You abandoned her at a time like this. Do you realize how much you’ve hurt her?” 

Morrison’s gaze was as deep as the ocean, reflecting the night outside the window, his face still calm. But his lips unintentionally pressed into a straight line. He looked at the reflection in the window, a woman standing with her back to him, not moving. Morrison said lightly, “So, what do you want to say?” 

Megan’s eyes widened, “What do I want to say? Your wedding with Rose…” 

“It will go on as planned.” His voice was devoid of warmth, detached from the words he spoke. 

Megan sighed in relief, “And you…” 

“I’ll be back tomorrow.” 

“Alright.” 

Morrison ended the call, sparing a glance at the figure on the bed before heading towards the door. 

“Morrison.” 

Near the door, the figure on the bed slowly sat up, one hand on the bedsheet, the other covered in bandages; the blanket slid down revealing her hospital gown. 

She had a cute face, but not beautiful. Her skin was pale, she looked frail, but her expression was indifferent. 

“Are you leaving?” 

“Are you awake?” 

She smiled at him, filled with sorrow. With his keen perception, how could he not know that she didn’t sleep at all? 

“Are you really going to marry her?” 

Morrison gave a nonchalant smile, turned around and glanced at her, then lowered his head to fiddle with his cufflinks. 

“How long do you think I can keep chasing after you?” 

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Chapter 1034 

Mona’s face seemed even paler, “So you’re mad at me? Thinking I’m ungrateful.” 

Morrison remained expressionless, dropped his hands, stood straight, and stuffed his hands in his pockets. 

“You are ungrateful.” He looked up, his tall figure standing at the door, cold and noble, his voice devoid of any fluctuation or warmth, “So there’s no need for me to sacrifice myself for you.” 

Mona looked upset, “Then why marry her?” 

Morrison turned slightly, his face expressionless, but his coldness was tinged with sarcasm. 

“She’s suitable.” A simple sentence, but as cold as ice. 

He turned to leave, but Mona chuckled coldly, “Patience…patience runs out eventually. But Morrison, your patience with me isn’t much. You should try and see how long one’s patience can last.” 

Morrison didn’t stop. He opened the hospital room door and left.