The Enticing CEO’s Chosen Bride novel Chapter 1846

"Have you heard?"

"Yeah, I have," Morrison was particularly unwilling, but he still answered with a reluctant tone.

Morrison cast a cold glance at Winston once again as he walked into the living room, heading toward the direction of the sofa. A hint of amusement flashed in Morrison’s eyes as he embraced Rose and walked past.

Just as Winston was about to perch himself on the cushioned sofa, Morrison's voice cut through the air, "You might want to take a chair instead."

Winston paused, turned his head to look at Morrison, and decided not to engage in conversation with this man-child whose immaturity seemed bottomless. Despite their limited interactions, it was clear to Winston that the man's childish simplicity was glaringly obvious. He knew Morrison had more to say.

Sure enough, Morrison chuckled the next moment, "We just had a little romp on that couch. You can sit if it doesn't bother you."d2

A twitch crept across Winston's mouth as his eyes involuntarily scanned the sofa. Tastefully adorned with a blue slipcover, it looked neat—something he was certain Rose had managed alone. The feminine touch, he thought, was not something Morrison could muster, nor would he believe it otherwise.

But despite the neat appearance, the faintly raised wrinkles in the center of the sofa were enough to make his eyes sting. And the sight of Rose, blushing and at a loss for where to place her gaze, confirmed Morrison's juvenile insinuations were likely true.

His hand clenched and unclenched in his pocket as a stifled breath caught in his chest. He was irked by Morrison's unexpected jab, feeling a blockage in his heart.

Watching Morrison's smug satisfaction, Winston fought to regain his composure, his face slowly easing into a smile.

He made his way to a nearby armchair, sitting down with a casual cross of his legs that flaunted his carefree demeanor.

"Did I interrupt something?" he asked smoothly.

Morrison's face, still wearing a hint of a smirk, suddenly darkened. "Since you've dropped off the dog, you may leave." Morrison spat.

Winston chuckled softly, "That reaction... did I really interrupt you two?"

Rose sighed with resignation, "Winston, please stop provoking him."

Winston glanced at her, "Really, Rose? Don't tell me this man made a public confession in front of the media, showed off your love, whispered sweet words in private, and you're lost in the charm again?"

Rose was momentarily speechless. His words were sharp and painfully accurate.

"If such gestures can win you over, anything he can do, I can do better. Perhaps I should call a press conference? I'm sure the coverage on me would be far more extensive."

Rose bit her lip, sensing Morrison's mood worsening. "Publicly confessing to a married woman? Winston, do you really think you've had it too easy these past few years?"

Winston raised an eyebrow, his gaze still fixed on Rose, "Answer my question, Rose."

She hesitated, "It seems that you're not wrong."

"So you've really decided to be with him? You've forgiven everything he's done to you? A man who can make one mistake can make more. And you're okay with that? Do you not see the pattern with men? The easier they get something, the less they value it. You don’t have to be stuck with him, you know?"

Morrison said, "You better leave before something happens that can't be undone. No man would talk about me like that in my presence and get away with it."

Winston's response was calm and deliberate, "Empty promises from men are worthless. Don't try to act the saint now, Morrison, or you might end up contradicting yourself sooner than you think."

Morrison's temples throbbed with anger.

Rose stood by, looking chastised and without a word to say. What could she say? Winston was right. She was fixated on Morrison, a decision lacking dignity and backbone.

"Rose!" Winston called her name more firmly.

She blinked, looking at him with an innocent and pitiful expression, "It seems that way."

Winston's face contorted with frustration as he took a deep breath, trying to calm himself before speaking softly, "Fine. If that's your choice, I'll respect it. Even though I'm angry at your foolish decision, who am I to argue? I've always had a soft spot for your kind of foolishness."

Morrison's veins pulsed more visibly, but Rose held onto his arm tightly, preventing him from moving.

Winston, however, poured more fuel on the fire, "I've expressed my feelings for you openly many times before. It's okay, and as long as you're happy, that's all that matters. But remember, if you ever find yourself unhappy, I'll be there, ready to take you away, no matter what it takes."

As Rose felt Morrison's arm stiffen, she worried she might not be able to hold him back much longer. She made desperate eye contact with Winston, who saw her plea but chose to ignore it.

He stood up after delivering his final words and took a deep breath, making his way toward the exit, "Now that Moon is home, I'll handle the lease termination for the apartment."

As he approached Rose, he gazed down at her with a softness in his eyes, unexpectedly reaching out to cradle her forehead and gently placing a kiss there. "I wish you happiness."

Rose stood frozen, taken aback, unable to respond for a long moment.

On the other side of the room, Morrison could no longer contain himself. His arm was immobilized by Rose's embrace, so he lunged at Winston with his free hand, only to miss as Winston nimbly dodged.

"Winston, you jerk. Don't you dare leave. I'll tear you apart!" Morrison spat through clenched teeth.

Winston strode towards the door, turning back with a scoff. "Do you think I'm as foolish as you are? Why complicate matters unnecessarily when they can be so simple?"

Morrison, still holding Rose, pointed an accusing finger at Winston. "You come here!"

Winston laughed derisively. "Why would I willingly take a beating?"

Morrison's teeth ground audibly in fury. "Coward!"

Winston raised an eyebrow, "I'd be careful if I were you. Rose isn't you. She's carrying a baby now. If you're not careful, and she gets hurt..."

Before he could finish his sentence, he saw Morrison's fierce expression soften suddenly as he gently released his grip on Rose and looked down at her with concern.

"Are you alright?" He checked her over, his face a mask of worry and caution.

Winston sneered, "Now who looks like the coward?"

Morrison was too preoccupied to care about Winston's departure, pulling Rose to the couch and sitting down with her.

"Are you hurt? Did I harm you?"