The Enticing CEO’s Chosen Bride novel Chapter 1844

Sensing Rose's amusement, Morrison felt a wave of relief wash over him. But the harder she laughed, the more flustered he became.

As she showed no signs of stopping, Morrison gritted his teeth, his face flushing as he moved closer, and in one swift motion, he scooped Rose up and pinned her down on the bed, amidst the soft bedding.

Rose's expression wavered, making sure Morrison hadn't touched her belly. She paused for a moment, and seeing Morrison's flushed, awkward face, she couldn't help but burst into laughter again.

"You're still laughing..."

Morrison's embarrassment was tangible, his voice strained and weighted with discomfort.

Rose arched an eyebrow, "Would you prefer tears?"d2

Morrison pursed his lips, staring at her for a long while before admitting defeat, "Then laugh it is."

Rose couldn't help but feel that this was a side of Morrison she'd never seen, a far cry from the man she loved.

But wasn't it adorable?

Her smile lingered as she quietly observed him. "Whose bright idea was this anyway?"

Morrison's brow twitched, "Can't I come up with this all by myself?"

"Of course not." Rose said decisively.

"And why not?"

"Because you just wouldn't. This isn't like you at all. You wouldn't even entertain the thought unless someone suggested it. And even then, your first reaction would probably have been to dismiss it entirely. Whoever did suggest this probably got an earful from you."

Morrison fell silent. "You know me that well?"

Rose hesitated, then turned her face away.

Now it was Rose's turn to feel the heat as Morrison's lips curled into a smirk, "If you know me so well, how come you didn't realize I was in love with you?"

Rose's eyes flickered, turning back to face him, "What gave me any reason to think you loved me? You couldn't get rid of me fast enough."

Morrison took her chin in his hand, forcing her to look at him, "I was wrong, and I apologize. Is today's gesture enough for you?"

Rose blinked, "All those times you went too far, and you think one session with an onion will flip the script? Or maybe I should give you a hard time for the next seven or eight years and then cut onions for you. Would that make us even?"

Morrison pressed his forehead against hers with more force than necessary. "No."

"You see..."

"I don't want to spend another seven or eight years like this. We've already missed out on so much time, and I don't want to lose any more. Besides, you love me, and I love you. You can hold me accountable for anything from now on. If I step out of line, you can do whatever you want to me."

Rose watched him silently.

Morrison asked, "What are you thinking?"

"I'm trying to figure out how to settle the score with you. And whether I can trust what you're saying now. I don't want you to go back on your word when you're angry."

"I promise." Morrison hastily raised his hand to swear, "If I ever lose my temper with you again, I'll accept any consequences. May lightning strike me down if..."

"Morrison!" Rose interrupted.

He laughed and leaned in to kiss her lips gently. "I knew you couldn't bear it."

Rose pushed him away, "It's just that men usually make those kinds of vows as a way to trick women into forgiving them. Who believes in 'may lightning strike me down'?"

Morrison was speechless. What did you do when a woman was this tough to handle?

"So, what do you actually want?"

Rose pushed him off and sat up, throwing back the covers and climbing in.

"Today, Grandma and Mom spoke quite highly of you. Out of respect for them, I won't argue with you tonight. I'm going to sleep."

Morrison was stunned for a moment before leaning over her, "You mean you'll start arguing with me tomorrow?"

Rose curled up in the covers, "We'll see. It depends on my mood. Now move, I want to sleep."

"Depends on your mood."

Morrison watched as Rose pulled the covers around her, no longer paying him any attention. He quickly kicked the onion aside, stripped off his pants, and dove under the covers. He wrapped his arms around her tightly.

Rose glared at him, "What are you doing?"

Morrison kissed her forehead firmly, "Sleeping!"

Rose fell silent.

"Aren't you tired? Sleep, staying up is bad for you."

"Aren't you going to shower?"

"I'm clean enough."

Rose was speechless.

God, Morrison's behavior tonight was just too abnormal.

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Meanwhile, in P City, Chloe caught a glance of Damon fresh from the shower, her eyes sparkling with mirth.

Damon sat down beside her bed, "What's got you looking so smug?"

"Guess?"

Damon raised an eyebrow, lifted the covers, and placed his warm, well-defined hands on her ankle, gently massaging it.

"Could it be your best friend finally turned the tables and sang her victory song?"

Chloe's smile grew wider, "How did you know?"